"so ya, thought cha, might like to, go to the show..."
And then there were camera phones.
I'm not going to take a lot of time for blogging today -- I'm too busy in the afterglow of my incredible day yesterday -- the time for reflection will, too soon, be upon us.
Today -- I bask and take in, tomorrow I share -- with pictures.
Quickly though, the last Pink Floyd event I attended was yeeeears ago when I went to a David Gilmore show with a very dear friend and was thinking of him and wishing he could see the Roger Waters deal with me -- lo, whom did I see before the show? My John Boy! (I waved back to him, out there on the lawn, from my third row seat).
I ran into another dear old friend -- that was a sad encounter and in sharp contrast to the glow of the day, but a marker for gratitude none the less (just pray for broken people -- they need it).
The super highlight was getting to meet the star of my favorite documentary of all time -- I'm so glad this guy lives, breathes, creates and does interviews. My friend Brian is the most quotable person I know -- this other guy is the most quotable person I would love to know, but am happy enough to know that he is -- his outlook is stellar and his wordings feel like personal gifts (dude is profound, yet practical and hilarious). And yeah, we had the camera phone for that one too.