Group E.

Please don't think that I am going to let the fact that out of 46 comments on Friday, almost 40 of you could, in fact, do the crab crawl. That shall not go unnoticed - I assure you. I am just praying about how to address the issue without hurting any feelings. Because my gut tells me that if you can crab crawl we can't be friends. And if you crab crawl AND you do crafts or if you can crab crawl AND still be 6 months pregnant...well, lose my number. That's all I'm sayin'.



So my sweet Attorney General knocked my socks off this weekend, he really did.






I cannot begin to tell you how all kinds of excited I was. I was more excited to see this concert than I was to see Twila Paris at Knotts Berry Farm circa 1981. This band, for me, is the pinnacle. And that's saying something because the last pinnacle for me was when he took me to see Celine and she started her concert on the bow of a boat. And her heart went on. And on. And on.


That's right. If you're keeping score I've seen Celine Dion...Twila Paris...don't forget the Russ Taff / David Meece tour... and well, that about covers it. But now......COLDPLAY!!



Oh, and this group. Though I have to tell you I had no idea who they were until Meridith informed me their big song was on Grey's Anatomy. That's Mer for ya - she knows every example has to have a TV reference or I'm lost as a goose.









Oh? Did I not tell you Meridith went? Yep. She loves her some Coldplay too. Here we are giving the AG our best sexy pose. I don't know what she's doing, but I think it's time this mama bear gave her some pointers. As you can see, I've (as the kids would say) "got. it. goin'. on."








Don't worry, I'm not even going to brag about our seats. Though they were all kinds of awesome.
















And I'm certainly not going to make you jealous by telling you how they walked off they stage and proceeded to come right up to where we sitting and sing. RIGHT BESIDE US! And at one point I could have sworn on my mother's life that Chris Martin's sweat hit my face; but upon further investigation it was the girl in front of me who's gum flew out of her mouth.







And though there's nothing like waking up at 3AM singing...
"Those who are dead / are not dead / they're just living in my head" it didn't bother me.

The Attorney General was bothered, however, when I told him that I thought the La Vida Loca concert was one of the most amazing things I'd ever seen. Because as you know, Ricky Martin sang La Vida Loca. And this, my lovelies, is NOT Ricky Martin.








Not even close.