THE Concert!

It's my 50th post! WOOT WOOT! Mehsha got a digital camera today, so she has constantly been taking pictures since she and mom arrived home shortly after I got home as well. We went out to the house again today. They have finished repairing all of the holes in the walls, some big and some little. I don't know if I've updated the housing situation since we got the door handles and closet systems, but those were installed late last week I believe. Today, a lot of progress had been made as far as getting the HV/AC working correctly, etc. and the kitchen cabinets have door knobs and drawer pulls. It looks great. So does the golf course. We're getting VERY excited. We start moving Friday and will be occupied with that ALL WEEKEND LONG. We have a moving company doing the big stuff and the majority of the boxes, so we're good there. I've picked out colors for my new room. No tan. Same navy blue (love it), a kinda limey green, and a very Strong Sad grey. Again, it will be the perfect little boy's room. (No joke, when we were selling our last house, I had navy blue and tan. Every family that came in there said, "Oh! This will make a great room for my son!" It could be a good girl's room too!! Beats me why I never went for the really girly stuff.) The closing date is this Friday. YAY! I'll be in service half the day. YAY! I may not have to baby sit either. YAY! YAY! YAY! And Contessa's dad pays ahead of time, so he doesn't dock pay or anything for the next month. It's glorious.

Now, on to the concert that I have that post-show funk washed off me. I'm skipping all the way to when we entered the Tabernacle (wish I could have found a better link). Sure it was an odd day, but I'm not going there here. Mom and dad did let me drive all by myself in the Jeep, to my Greenparents and then back again today. It was my first trip all on my own that far. 130 miles in two days. No big, but it was my first time. Very exciting. Papa didn't expect me to show up by myself. So fast forward to the concert again. That was also my first time at the former gospel church turned concert venue. It was so cool. The acoustics were great. After all, it was a former black church. Like speaking in tounges black church. You could tell that it had been a church, not just because of the name or the left over pews scattered about but the HUGE organ pipes! All I could see was the tops of them when I entered the floor area since they had a large back drop up for both the opener and the Raconteurs. Afterwards, when they were taking the set down, I got a nice look at them. They were so tall. I wonder if they keep them clean... anyway, so first we walked down into the basement, which is smoking only, so we promptly left and went to the ground floor. We were there at 8 PM and the opener, Dr. Dog, went on. Jules and I stood for about two songs and I wasn't too impressed. Neither was she. They were just OK. No recommendations whatsoever. So we started touring the place. They hadn't done much as far as changing the layout of the former church, but they sure did add a whole lot of paint. The ceilings, stairs, air ducts... everything was covered in flowers and stars and other assorted designs. Very cool atmosphere. Plenty of bars. I was very surprised that the place didn't smell more like booze than it did. It was a lot cleaner than I thought, but I did refrain from drinking anything so that I didn't have to inspect the restrooms, where ever they were. You go up stairs to get to the basement level from the street, then again to get to the floor level, and then there are two more levels, but we only went up one more. That was where the BIG bar was. Jules didn't get any alcoholic beverages all night, but of course, if you were craving a beer, it was only Bud and it was $6, which was just as much as a mixed drink. Though she didn't drink anything except Coke, we were poised to do a lot more damage than that. First, while the other band finished and the tech's tuned up for the Raconteurs, we sat and chatted on the long pew on the second floor, right next to the bar. It was in the same room as a whole bunch of nice looking couches. They looked GREAT considering all the drunks that passed thru there all night long. Shortly before the Raconteurs went on, Jules and I went ahead and bought our proof that we went to the show. Both of us got the brown t-shirt and I got Mehsha the black one (neither of which could I find a piccy of). We debated about getting the special venue only poster that was totally cool, but we didn't and when we went back after the show, they were sold out. Oh well. But so, we hung around til the other sister showed up. We secretly passed her her ticket and she got in. We positioned ourselves perfectly. There was just enough room in front of the bar on the right hand side of the ground floor to fit two rows of people. That was the perfect spot to stand. We had about 3 feet of fire lane walking space in front of us, so there weren't people pressing on us, nor was it impossible to see. I got some pretty good pics with my cellie. MUCH better than the ones I got at the Weezer/Foo Fighters show last October. For good reason too. Not only were we right on the level (hehe...my baby's on the level) with the guys, I had 3 feet with no heads in front of me and we were only about 15 or 20 feet from the stage. GOOD position. We had people that were trying to edge us out, but there were three of us, and two were seasoned show go-ers and I went to Music Midtown last year. I KNOW how to stand my ground. Boo-Yah. Plus, the group of four beside us were about Jules' age and were pretty good about not getting edged out. One of the women though, was totally hammered before they even took the stage and maybe four songs into the show, her husband had to take her home. It was a shame. She was real entertaining. When the other sister got there, she realized that the brother that was supposed to be with us wasn't there. Turns out, he was too sick to come, so she called another sister in her congregation who left from the meeting to come to about half the Raconteur's show. The other sister left at the song after she was a householder for a talk. It was all quite hilarious, and I still find it funny. So at about 9:15 or 9:30, the boys took the stage. Oh did they work the crowd. They worked so well together. And the tour ends two months from now and started back in March. They mesh really well. Jack threw guitar pics out the whole concert. Partick threws his drum sticks out after the show. After we tried to get the set list and I was vying for either of the Jacks' water bottles, and the other twosisters that were with us got their proof and I got a 7" live single of "Hands" only because it looks totally awesome and was only $10. The t-shirts were only $20. The prices at this show were so reasonable. Afterwards, we celebrated with the usual Krispy Kreme dozen assorted, half glazed and half choclate glazed. I also got a hot chocolate. Race Trac's hot chocolate is good, but Krispy Kreme's is the best. It was so good, and it was already getting chilly. We arrived home at 12 AM. All in all, it was the best show I've ever been to. Small venue, great band, awesome atompshere. So more than satisfied.