Squee!

I promised an update on Sasha and I will get around to it once the pictures are up. Tonight, however, is dedicated to a wonderful gentleman who spent the evening with callicrates and me, as well as a thousand or so others. We finally got to a Weird Al concert.

Perspective check: I'm agoraphobic, go into a kind of panic when around a lot of people in an enclosed area (I call it "mall phobia"), and I'm hyper-sensitive to light and sound. If I see strobe light effects for too long, I go tharn. Anyway, it is a testimony to how much I liked Al in the first place that I was willing to leave the house and go to a place with a lot of people, loudness, and hyper-lighting.

We had excellent seats, on what is essentially the ice rink for what is normally a hockey arena. We were so close to one of the speakers that I felt like I was resonating with it; even originating the vibrations, if that makes sense. I had no trouble with the noise, probably because I knew and adored most of the songs. Warning for those who have trouble with strobe lights -- they were used quite frequently.

If I had a chance to go to another Weird Al concert, I would jump on it with no hesitation. It is so worth seeing him live.

( Weird Al fangirl gushing )