We're headed to the Police/Elvis Costello concert tonight.
So excited, about both.
And feeling a little geezerish
when I admit that I kind of hope
everyone doesn't stand up
the WHOLE time.
{Can't we have a little designated rest time, people?
Just for a little while...
maybe during Message in a Bottle?}
I'll give you a full report
on Sting's biceps
and Elvis's glasses
tomorrow.
De do do do, de da da da...
p.s.
Remember this?
