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So, off to Houston we went for the concert!
Eric got off work early enough that we had time to make it down for the sound check, which I got a pass to since I bought the tickets through Local-83. It wasn't much; I stood outside in Houston for close to an hour in the afternoon, which even in October is pretty unpleasant. We were let in, and sat about a dozen rows back while him and the band ran through a couple of songs. Some local high school orchestra group got to sit in the first row and do a meet and greet. Unfair! But I still enjoyed it; it was all loose and unscripted and fun.
While I was doing this, Eric parked the car and got our room. I had basically booked a room that was a decent balance between close to the venue and not heinously expensive, and did not realize that it was an extended-stay place that was basically a small efficiency apartment with a little kitchen and everything. Quite nice! It reminded me of the place where we stayed in London. After the sound check we grabbed some dinner and went to the room and cooled off, watched a little tv and then walked to the venue for the show.
We left a bit after it started since there was an opening band. We got there just in time and had pretty decent seats. Also they had cameras and ridiculously huge screens they were projecting stuff onto, so I watched that so I could see John make his guitar face. A couple in front of us was having a rather intense fight, and poor bored Eric passed the time inventing scenarios that lead up to the fight. He says he still had fun though, so I don't feel too bad, and it had cooled off a little. It was a short set since it was a double-billed concert, and we both agreed that we'd rather go back to the hotel and enjoy marital relations than stay for Sheryl Crow. We stopped at a fast food place on the way back and I drank my weight in root beer. That was probably not the best idea, but it sure was good. The rest of the evening was spent enjoyably in each other's company.
Eric got off work early enough that we had time to make it down for the sound check, which I got a pass to since I bought the tickets through Local-83. It wasn't much; I stood outside in Houston for close to an hour in the afternoon, which even in October is pretty unpleasant. We were let in, and sat about a dozen rows back while him and the band ran through a couple of songs. Some local high school orchestra group got to sit in the first row and do a meet and greet. Unfair! But I still enjoyed it; it was all loose and unscripted and fun.
While I was doing this, Eric parked the car and got our room. I had basically booked a room that was a decent balance between close to the venue and not heinously expensive, and did not realize that it was an extended-stay place that was basically a small efficiency apartment with a little kitchen and everything. Quite nice! It reminded me of the place where we stayed in London. After the sound check we grabbed some dinner and went to the room and cooled off, watched a little tv and then walked to the venue for the show.
We left a bit after it started since there was an opening band. We got there just in time and had pretty decent seats. Also they had cameras and ridiculously huge screens they were projecting stuff onto, so I watched that so I could see John make his guitar face. A couple in front of us was having a rather intense fight, and poor bored Eric passed the time inventing scenarios that lead up to the fight. He says he still had fun though, so I don't feel too bad, and it had cooled off a little. It was a short set since it was a double-billed concert, and we both agreed that we'd rather go back to the hotel and enjoy marital relations than stay for Sheryl Crow. We stopped at a fast food place on the way back and I drank my weight in root beer. That was probably not the best idea, but it sure was good. The rest of the evening was spent enjoyably in each other's company.
