It is worth noting that my journey to NYC was a successful and somewhat magical one. Somewhat lacking in the directionless wandering I was itching for, but when you're traveling with a family member your actions tend to be more conservative. Though I did get a bit toasty with my father at the bar before the concert.

Oh, the concert. I drank every moment of the thing with all of my senses. It was beautiful to be able to see the music that has come to mean so much to me brought to life. The scarcity of the tickets (combined with the fact that there were only 7 shows), the anticipation of the event, and the genuine love that everyone there had for the band they were going to see made for a wonderful energy. And then this band full of men played songs that were written before I was born as though they had never missed a day of practice. And even though the seats were shit, my father brought binoculars. This allowed me to see that RS was still wearing the glorious red lipstick.

Never say die! Never surrender! Vivre le spectaculaire!