Last night was amazing. (I use that word a lot, don’t I?Maybe I should look into the use of a thesaurus. See also: awesome.)
The Civil Wars played to a sold out crowd and everyone was just astoundingly pleasant. The crowd was quite a mix-lots of old folks, lots of hipsters, a real gumbo of Americana/folk enthusiasts. My jaw dropped when the opening act began-a trio called Matthew and the Atlas. Mind-blowingly talented, those ones, and complete with a banjo and a violin. Not going to lie, I shed a tear or two. The music just breaks my heart and puts it back together again. I was also pleased to get the chance to bust out a pretty dress that I received at Christmas and hadn’t had the opportunity to wear yet. Jon said I looked like a 50’s housewife. Mission accomplished. I love a good pouf and an A-line skirt!
Jon and I realized last night that in the nearly 3 years that we’ve been sharing lives that we had yet to go to a “real” show together-something big, that involves buying tickets and anxiously counting down the days-no offense meant to all of our myriad friends that are in bands, who we love to go rock out to and support! So this was a real first for us. It’s about time! It was a magical, magical night.