Thursday, November 13, 2008
Recently I have been having lunch with my good friend Desiree. She used to be in my ward but then got married almost a year ago. I guess we really became good friends when we bonded over dating the same loser. Anyway, she is just awesome and it is fun that we still get to hang out. So the other week we were having lunch in the park and she asked me what I was doing that night. There was probably a lot of things that I should have done, but she asked me if I wanted to go to a private Jason Maraz concert. This was really tempting, I really like his music and was really jealous that my roommate had gone to his concert the night before. How could I pass up a private concert? I told her that I would only go if I could find someone to come with me, but I didn't want to ask Brent because I had already made him miss school and work to come to California with me. But he just so happened to call right then so I asked and he agreed so we went. This, come to find out, was Brent's first concert (like band concert). It was awesome because not only did I like his music, but because it was a private showing at the saltair which is a great venue, we got to go for free (it was for Desiree's husbands work) and it was less crowded which also meant no traffic AND we didn't have to sit through a bunch of opening bands that we didn't care about... just Jason for a hour and a half, which also meant it was done earlier. So all in all, great show and private concerts are the way to go. THANK YOU DESIREE AND CHUCK!! Great night.
One last note. When Jason came back out for his encore, he played one of his songs on the radio "Lucky" which I love, cute song.... but it is a duet, which he did not have someone to sing with, so he pulled a group of girls from the audience. Desiree and I are actually good singers AND know the part and would have actually impressed the audience. The girls that were up there didn't know how to sing and just wanted a picture with Jason Maraz on stage. Really too bad... had we only been a little closer to the stage, maybe we would have had our few minutes of fame. Oh well.