Friday night, we went out to dinner at the Troubador with Beth and Rino and then back to theirs for wine and Scrabble. I can't say I recommend the combination if you're looking to rule the Scrabble board, but if you're in it for two and three letter words and misspellings that no one catches, then by all means, party on!
We made it back home around 1:00 am which is far too late for a 30 and 31 year old. Especially considering we had a NINE HOUR concert to attend on Saturday.
Live Earth highlights included:
Arriving just in time to miss Genesis.
The lead singer of Snow Patrol looking so genuinely chuffed to see a gazillion people singing his song.
David Gray and Damien Rice doing a duet of "Que Sera Sera".
Paolo Nutini speaking clearly enough to be understood.
The lead singer of Keane running all over the place and generally owning that motherf**king stage.
The Beastie Boys absolutely killing it and looking like the coolest 40 year olds on the planet.
Dave Grohl and Foo Fighters surprising absolutely no one except me and giving the best performance of the whole show.
Madonna doing what Madonna does - reminding everyone that 49 is the new 25.
Live Earth lowlights included:
Arriving just in time to watch Razorlight's lead singer prance about in a women's top and far-too-tight britches.
John Legend boring us all to tears with his snooze-fest of a song.
Corrine Bailey Rae looking a bit too affected and "not bothered" for my taste, considering she's something of a one-hit wonder.
Metallica giving me a headache.
The Justin rumor was just that - a rumor. Boo.
We got home sometime between 1:30 and 2:00 AM and slept till 11:30 yesterday! I haven't slept that late since college. Clearly, old age is catching up with me.
Then we met up with Monique and Murray for pub lunch and polo. Spectatoring, not playing. Just in case there was any confusion.
I need a nap.