The lucky chain of events goes like this:
The love of my life surprised me last night with tickets to see Coldplay at the O2 Arena.
(This makes the third time I have seen Coldplay, which is the most times I have ever seen a band or musician in my life. I feel like there is hope for me. Anything is possible now. I could follow Phish (are they still together?) or like my friend Jeff, go to every U2 concert ever scheduled in the U.S. and stand in the heart. Wait, did I say that right?)
Bryan bought the tickets off ebay and they happened to be floor seats on the aisle of the third and last night of a sold out show to 20,000 of a world-famous band in their hometown. We were tipped off when by the third song our aisle was cordoned off and staffed heavily with security. We knew then that the band would be walking by us, one inch from my body.
And walk by they did. And Chris Martin seemed unfazed, even as I squeezed his upper arm for several seconds- right over a hand-painted armband that I think said Barack Obama. But who is paying attention. They then proceeded to jump up in the crowd right next to us and sing two more songs.
The show also included huge yellow balloons filled with confetti that popped all over and later a torrential rainshower of thousands and thousands of neon tissue paper confetti cutouts of butterflies that glowed in the lights (our camera battery died). It was worth every pence.
Moments after Bryan and I commented that a crowd in New York’s Madison Square Garden would have been cheering 10x harder, Chris Martin said to the audience: “I am going to ask that you lose your English reserve for tonight.” YEAH ENGLISH.
How I love Chris Martin. He tricks me into thinking blonde men can be hot, and he makes me want to wear electrical tape on my fingers.
But I love Bryan the most.
(I got the wrong member of the band.)
I forgot the biggest xmas difference of all. Chris Martin reminded me when he yelled it at the end of the concert. In England you say Happy Christmas, not Merry Christmas. And that makes me happy just thinking about it.