This may be a new low. Or high? I'm blogging from the Billy Joel/Elton John concert. Waiting for it to be Elton's bedtime so Billy can come back out. Please don't send me hate mail. Elton is okay, but I came to see Billy. It'll be HIS bedtime soon too.
I haven't missed a Billy Joel concert in Atlanta since 1978. I went to one in 1984 when I was 7 months pregnant. The usher did not take kindly to my standing in my seat. Neither did my ex. Or Katydid.
I hope to post video tomorrow, if they don't confiscate my camera.