A little known fact, i'm a huge Beatles fan. Not the "yeah I like them because there soooo big and everyone else like them" kind a way. I'm the hard core in love with the music and how there sound change music blah blah kind of way. OK kinda geek out there. Overall, I really like the Beatles. So I was in full bliss when my Dad invited me. It was a 2 hour drive from our house to San Diego. I had school the next day and my mom did not want me to miss school at ALL. Which means we have to drive a that long 2 hour drive back. But that didn't discourage us, our love for music was too big to be broken. So off we went to the Petco stadium. Enjoying each other company while rocking out to classics like David Bowie, Led Zeppelin, Queen, and of course, The Beatles. That 2 hour drive is now one of my favorite memories.
Man there was a lot of people there. We had to circle the area for parking 4 times. Eventually we gave up and park 10 blocks away. Walking there was like a mosh pit. The street was filled with middle age people, no young teens. We all slowly migrated into the stadium. As everyone squeeze into the entrance my dad informs me we need to go a different way. So, he escorted me pass the masses into a glass door. Then appeared a doorman who ask for our tickets. We showed them and he led us to a elevator. While waiting for it to come, I notice everyone in the room is really fancy with suits and expensive looking dresses. As for me I came in a old collar shirt, worn out black skinny jean, and a fake flower crown (Ha i'm wearing the same outfit now minus the flower power). Feeling really awkward the elevator came which took us to the main seats. My Dad again escorted me to a private booth where you had to scan your tickets to get in. WHAT?! The door opens and you see this really fancy suite. A nice counter with food, fridge stock with beer and diet coke, a couch, and a fantastic view. Amazing. I never been in a suite before so this took my breath away. But of course all the people there was my Dad's business/clients so I imminently felt out of place (The only one here looking like a hippie). But, they were very polite offering me food every 5 mins. I slowly found my seat in the first row waiting eagerly for Paul's performance.
So good...
LOL my dad
So there I am alone in the front row while my dad talk business. Best. Day. EVER.
Slowly but surely the time came for the performance. This was only my 2nd concert ever but I would consider this to be the best ever. Paul sang great, dancing and singing getting the crowd all pumped. These huge TV screens stood on each side of the stage displaying him and really cool images. This concert lasted forever. Each time you thought he was done he would come back out and sing. I loved it. All enjoying free food and the best seats in the house. It was funny to see the crowd dance and sing there hearts out with Paul. I didn't dance but I sang loud and proud....in my head. My Dad was the one singing and rocking out with his buddies. Great to see him so happy.
Yes.Yes.Yes. I believed the show ended around 11:30 pm. We said our goodbyes and made our way back to our car. Even with the concert being over, there was still a party going on. Everyone drifted to bars and restaurants as the night was "still young". Seemed fun as all the places were playing Beatles songs. Eventually found our car and was greeted with traffic. Lots and lots of traffic. Delirious and tried, we spend 3 hours (yeah there was so much traffic) in the car, singing until our voices gave out. So hard to stay await, I remember my Dad and I talking and singing the most random stuff ever. 3 am we finally made it home. I don't know why, I must of been to tried because I just passed out on the coach. 4 hours later I woke up to attend my classes. Still the best night ever. Thanks Dad.
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