I’m here, I swear!!! I’m totally NOT ignoring you. Honest!!!
I have pictures to title and load from BlogHer, but I’m working on a project that I’m hoping to unveil in the next few days or so. I’m having some problems, and if anyone knows WordPress and can help me with a small coding issue, I would be in your debt forever.
wanna peek? come back in a bit to see what I’m up to!
Now I’m off to fluff and fix to make it all prettified for ya’all!
I’m home. I’m also still pretty exhausted.
The weekend was wonderful. It has been a long time since I have traveled alone without my kids; and I have to admit, it took a little getting used to. I missed them terribly. It seemed everywhere I went I wished they were with me, seeing what I saw. At the same time, it was so nice to explore and discover someplace on my own. And as far as discoveries go, Chicago was an amazing place.
Good food, good friends, good fun.
Let me get unpacked and settled, and I’ll share all my stories. Like the one about checking into my hotel at 1am, and finding out we were given a swanky 3 bedroom suite for all of our troubles (and we had many).
Thanks Belinda and Mocha for everything. Mostly thanks for not killing me that first night. I hope all was forgiven once you settled in for the evening.
Be back in a bit. With photos.
I’m here!!! I’ve barely taken my camera out yet, and I’ m just soaking in all that which is BlogHer. I’m now carrying THREE bags, and I have to grudgingly admit the Hubby was right about one of them. So, sweetie, for the record and the blogosphere eternal, You were right. I SHOULD have taken the backpack. There. 
So far I have met so many wonderful people and heard people speak that have empowered me to want to do more, to be more, to say more.
Oh, the session is about to start. Gotta run for now.
I need to get to bed by 10:00pm tonight, so I can be at the airport at 5:30am for my 7:05am flight.
I’m packed and I’m ready to go.
I’m also pretty tired.
Too bad the kids aren’t showing any signs of slowing down. Ugh.
See you tomorrow from Chicago!
I’ll be blogging from BlogHer over the weekend. Join me, won’t you?
…I’m borrowing her Wi-Fi.
Here’s the catch; I have to sit in my dining room to do it. It’s the closest room in my house to hers. If I try to walk into the family room to watch Hell’s Kitchen or How Clean is Your House? or anything like that, it gets all “Oh,Hells no!” on me and shows me the “Page not Found” pronto.
I guess I should spring for the wireless router, huh?
As an aside, the Hubby’s swanky new laptop that I get to borrow for BlogHer is veddddy nice. Veddy nice indeed. He might have some ownership issues when I get back from Chicago. I’m just sayin’.
UPDATE: I just hooked up my new wireless router, and now I have the run of my house with my (okay, The Hubby’s) laptop computer. I can now sit on my lanai and blog. This is sooooo cool!
I started reading at 7pm on Saturday, and finished it at 5:10am on Sunday. I could NOT put it down.
What an awesome series.
Hey! Zoot podcasted her insights and observations reading the book. I’m not that cool (yet) so go check out what she has to say here.
But read the book first. Just maybe not as fast as I did.
C’mon and join in the fun!
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So many people have called me, or emailed me and asked about The Concert. It’s only been a week and a day since the blessed event, and I still found myself yesterday when I looked at a clock or a watch thinking back to what I was doing at exactly that time last week. The entire day was just wonderful, and memorable, and if Sting, Stewart and Andy decide to do this thing again in the future*, that would be a-ok with me.
(* Guys, don’t do it anytime soon though, okay? No offense, but the tickets, T-shirts, gas, food, and Fan Club Subscription set me back a little bit. Not breaking-into-the-kids-college-funds extreme as the Hubby had feared, but it was not a cheap date. By any stretch. Give me a chance to save up again, and I will be there. Maybe the next time I will be closer, and maybe the next time you’ll play “Spirits in the Material World”. Sound good? Thanks!)
But it has been hard to explain how I feel about the concert, how to articulate its wonderfulness (see?) without sounding like an idiot. I try to, but I think I’m coming off as a cross between a valley girl and a cheerleader; which if you know me in person, it is not a good look for me. Ever.
So I’m probably going to come off as a doofus, but I figure it is for a good cause. The things we do for love and all that.
I’ll skip all the boring stuff, the 3.5 hour drive down to Miami (Plantation), My first introduction to Moe’s Southwest Grill (yum!), the allergy shot I had to have that was on the way, the delicious Mexican feast we shared with really good friends, and the traffic that made me hope that it isn’t like that on the roads down there every day, but feared that it probably is. Scary stuff.
I WILL say that I didn’t bring a handbag, so I wasn’t searched, and Hubby wore cargo shorts and surprisingly HE wasn’t searched, and I spotted NO LESS that 10 cameras being used in our seating section. I may have cried a little.
Next time it says no cameras, I’m taking it as a suggestion and bringing it anyway.
We got there around the time the show began, 6:30pm. We knew that there were going to be 2 other bands, Fiction Plane and Maroon 5, before The Police took the stage. Apparently so did most of Miami, because it was not a crowded as we thought it would be. We stood in line to get some T-shirts and headed to our seats, just in time to hear Fiction Plane scream “Thank you, and goodnight!”
Which meant we missed their entire set. Whoops.
After a little bit of reshuffling, Maroon 5 took the stage. My friend who had much better seats (read: floor level and expensive) than I did said they sounded really good; but I wasn’t very impressed. Their soundboard guy didn’t do a great job of balancing out the band and the lead singer, so it sounded kind of tinny. Adam Levine seemed to want everyone to join in, including the people who, as he so politely informed the entire stadium, spent $400 a ticket, right up in the front row. It was an odd moment. I’m also not sure if since this was their last stop opening for The Police so they felt they could kind of “phone it in”, but I wasn’t feeling them. I remember saying to the Hubby that this is exactly the type of band that would do well at a different type of venue, a House of Blues or Hard Rock Live setting. Then, no kidding, the next day I read that Maroon 5 is announcing their new tour dates, and they are booking arenas. So what the hell do I know, I guess?
The night was beautiful, not a cloud in the sky. Which was nice, because it’s summer here in Florida, and at least once an afternoon you will get a random rain shower. Thanks I guess should go to Fort Lauderdale for picking that up for us. Once the sun went down, we actually had a pretty decent breeze to cool things off. Everyone had a good seat, and they were actually pretty comfortable. Dolphin Stadium rocks. (This only further cements my fandom of those Miami Dolphins)
The Police didn’t take the stage until 8:45pm. At 8:40pm, all of Miami decided to arrive and take their seats. I think over half of them stepped on my foot on their way to their assigned seats, but who’s to say?
They exploded onto the stage with Message in a Bottle, and below is the rest of the set list.
Just so you have an idea, I sat down only during Driven to Tears. The rest of the night I was on my feet, dancing and singing along with the rest of the stadium. And we were singing, because several times during the show Sting stopped singing and you could hear the entire stadium picking up the slack.
If I do say so myself, we sounded pretty damn good.
The light show was good, and I’m sure for those of us in the seats further away from the stage, we got to truly appreciate how the light show enhanced the overall performance. It made taking any sort of photographs using a crappy camera phone a wasted effort, but I digress.
Stewart added some amazing touches to Wrapped Around Your Finger using a gong and chimes that was ethereal. I’m hoping that they release a live album from this concert because some of the changes they made to these songs for the live audience were mind-blowing.
Most of all, The Police gave this die-hard fan exactly what she needed. I seriously think that today’s rock bands need to take notes on how Sting, Stewart and Andy put on a show. This concert transported me back to 1983, when I was just as transfixed with their performance then as I am now. Arena rock concerts may be lacking in recent years, but you would not know it from the way The Police performed. They totally rocked the house.
I couldn’t hear when I left the stadium for at least 30 minutes afterward and my voice was shot for the better part of 2 days. It was worth it, and the boys appreciated the fact I couldn’t yell at them for a couple of days. Everybody wins!
If you have an opportunity to still see them in concert, GO. I can say nothing more except GO, please. You won’t be disappointed.
Thanks, La and Howard for sharing the evening’s festivities with us. We’re glad we got to share the moment with you guys.
Oh, and thanks to Sting, Stewart and Andy for getting back together to commemorate our birthdays (La, Me and the Hubby). We really appreciate you thinking of us.
See, I told you. I still don’t think I’ve expressed exactly how I feel, but this will have to do…
While watching Foot Soldier on A&E recently:
