I went with a couple of my girlfriends (and one of their boyfriends - poor Colin was severely outnumbered) and we started the night at Charlene's making dinner and cocktails.
Between a family of four offering us their day passes for the Light Rail (yay free tickets!) and a pretty empty train filled with mostly people (seemingly) also headed to the Eric Church concert, our journey downtown on the Light Rail started out pretty good. And then a motley crew of sorts came on and they weren't wearing shirts, and they had unicorn purses, and a sling made of shotgun shells, and neon animal fur for hats, and all sorts of fishnet tights, and in that moment all my expectations of what the Light Rail would be like, came true. And this was us:
After about thirty minutes and 10 stops-worth of us asking, "Is this us? Is this our stop? How about now, should we get off?" we finally arrived at the arena and we made a plan of action: 1.) Bathroom, 2.) Beer, 3.) Seats. Quick and dirty - just like my criminal record. I'm kidding of course, I don't have one of those. We managed to get to our seats with a few minutes to spare before Eric came on!
(and also so we didn't have to spend another $12 on a beer cause we're cheap) cause what fun is singing along to that song without a literal drink in your hand? It was a close call for Charlene (far left cup), but we made it and we cheers'd and toasted and sang the whole dang song with our drinks in our hand.
He ended with Springsteen but before he finished the song he took a moment to tell us that hey, we're gonna make a memory right about now (a la the song lyrics themselves), and then he led us on a sweet chorus of "whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh's" over and over and we sang it as one. As one congregation. In the midst of the most amazing Church service.
And all Eric's people said Amen.