Greetings from Houston, Texas... from last Thursday.
OOOooooeeeeeeeoooooOO.
(Disclaimer: I am not actually writing this entry from the past. I was just too busy to update before now. )
Why was I in Houston, you ask?
Two words, baby: Live. Music.
Before the show
Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers and Steve Windward were playing a show, and Dad was craving a heady dose of nostalgia. We bought tickets and off we went (after a stop by Chuy's for cheap margs, of course).
It was a really good show and we both enjoyed ourselves. "That is a man who knows how to be a rockstar," Dad said. Predictably, 90% of the audience videoed "Free Fallin."
After they had played and trooped off the stage, the audience called for an encore. Mostly by waving their cellphones in the air. I wonder what the band thought about the encroachment of modern technology. At least the cellphones were less likely to set off the smoke detectors than lighters.
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