NYC part 2-- The Concert

Well, juuuuust as we were pulling up to the Jones Beach Theater it was 6:53pm and A said "No way!!!! You are too good! I don't know how you do it. You always manage to get yourself out of situations that seem impossible!" I got out, he hopped in the driver's seat and drove away to go get some dinner and nap for a while during my concert. I called T, who said that she was over near the playground with some guy she'd just met. We hung up the phone and turned to her new acquaintance and said "Okay, my friend said she's heading here and should be here any minute." "Okay, what does she look like?" "Well... she's tall. Like... Amazon woman tall. You really couldn't miss her if you tried." (What?!?! That's evil! But her, you have to keep in mind that she is completely opposite of me as far as structure.. and appearance in general. Her hair color is significantly darker than mine and it's noticeably longer. She's MAYBE 5'0 tall, and seeing as how she eats vegetables and fruits all the time and little of anything else, and seeing as how she's worked out almost every day of the week since she was 14 years old, you must imagine that she is in killer shape. My hair is quite a bit lighter than hers, is relatively short, and I have almost a foot on her. (10") I was telling my mom that sometimes I feel a little uncomfortable walking next to her due to the height difference. Especially, too, because I like to wear heels and platformed shoes. Walking down the street together you see tiny, petite little T and then you see me, and I'm like some big oaf.)

T seems to have a knack for wrapping people around her little fingers. No, seriously. I don't think you can quite imagine. It's ridiculous. Everyone is her slave. ...and I don't know HOW she does it. If I know any women that are candidates for being a dominatrix, let me tell you, she'd get my #1 vote. So I see her, and gave her a hug, seeing as how I haven't seen her since MAY!!!! Her new acquaintance is a 50 y.o. millionaire from Florida going through a divorce. Not what I was expecting.... She told him where we were sitting (in the way back) and asked where he was sitting. He said that he didn't have tickets, but that he'd be sitting in the front row... because he had "connections". And he said he'd get us moved to the front, too. Nice!!! So he asked T if she liked beer and she said "No, I'm more of a wine person." He said "Oh... because I have beer in my car. I thought we could have a little tailgate party." Anyway, T had a huge backpack with her and he told her that she probably wouldn't be allowed in with it, so we hopped in his car (why?!?!!? I barely knew him. And I don't think she knew him for much longer than I did. He could've been some crazy serial killer or something.) and he drove us over to where T was parked, though not before asking everyone in their car if they had any wine that they would exchange for some beer. No luck. So we got out and she put her backpack in her car and I got in to test it out (it's her new Cadillac). He drove away. We got back out and wondered where he went. We looked all around. I told her that he ditched us and she that that, no, he must've just gone to park his car. But where?? We slowly walked back towards the gate. Stood in front of the gate... and he was just nowhere to be found. We searched back over at the playground. Nothing. "T, he bailed." "No he didn't!!!" "He definitely did." "I don't think he did." But we stood at the gate for another 15 minutes and after still nothing we decided to just head in (the concert started at 7, but there was an opening band(which was AWFUL imo), and the "main attraction" came on around 8:30). We got in and gave our tickets to the guy to scan them, who, upon scanning them, said, "Oh, it looks like your seats have been upgraded. Please go see that woman to the right over there." T and I just looked at each other and we were like 'YESSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!' Needless to say, we got NICE seating.

So the concert, the "main attraction" was to see Tori Amos. Some people like her music, some people do not. Regardless of whether or not you like her music, you must acknowledge that she is a very talented musician. She was playing two pianos at once. Sometimes she'd play, with her back to the piano, her arm reaching behind her to play with the piano with her left hand, while her right hand was concentrating on playing on the organ directly in front of her. It was crazy. And playing the piano alone, you could see that she definitely had mastered this instrument. I was very impressed. And anyway, I think she has a nice voice. Whether you think so or not, she hits those notes perfectly and smoothly. I happen to like her music (if not then I wouldn't have gone to the concert). The show was great. The theater was all open-air like a colosseum, and the stage was ON the water, so we were facing the water. The moonlight was playing across the gentle waves that were coming in and Tori started her piano bar. "Tori's piano bar! Now taking requests!!! And martinis 2 for 1." she said. People were shouting out all sorts of songs. She kicked it off with that song from the Wonder Years--"What would you do if I sang out of tune? Would you stand up and walk out on me? Lend me your ear and I'll sing you a song and I'll try not to sing out of key. I get by with a little help from my friends...." We had anticipated that she'd play for about an hour but she played quite a bit longer than we had thought she would. She even came back out to play some more songs for the encore.

The concert was awesome, though, and I'm really glad that I went. Never saw that one guy (the acquaintance) since. T and I hugged and parted. A came to pick me up and I drove us out of NYC. Since it was so late at night we figured one of us would sleep while one drives and then we'd switch about half way through. I was soooooo tired. We'd gotten about 6 hours of sleep the night before and had spent most all of the day walking around, so I was just physically exhausted and sooooooo ready for bed. Staying awake was not easy. Finally, I got off at an exit and we stopped at a gas station. I woke him up and while I filled the gas tank he went in and bought potato chips and a double chocolate muffin and Mountain Dew (I think it was that) and an energy drink. I went to bed while he drove, and then at 6:30am on Thursday he woke me up as we'd just arrived at the airport (he left his car there when he boarded the plane on Tues). We hugged and parted. I went home, took a shower, and did some last-minute review before heading off for my final. Crazy.