Things have been nuts lately. Literally nuts.
I am not complaining, because it’s all been Crazy Sexy Cool Awesome (with capitals), but I just need to do a catch-all post to get you up to date with our merrymaking.
1. Sushi on Friday night.
Declan just loves it. I can’t explain it, but I thank god (without capitals) literally every day that we have this kid who will try everything and loves most things. He is especially fond of miso soup, shrimp tempura and salmon sushi. When he tasted my California roll and asked what the orange gelly balls on top were, Bryan and I both answered at exactly the same time: “Roe.” Because, picky or not, “fish eggs” might not have gone over so well.
2. Outlaws Lacrosse on Saturday Night.
Again, Declan just loves it. Again, I can’t explain it, but this seems to be the sport our kid is gravitating to. OK, maybe because he dad played in lacrosse in high school – but there you have it. We met James from work and his mom at Mile High Stadium (where the Broncos play), got there in time for “bandanna night” which Declan promptly asked me to tie ’round his head, and managed to find a cotton candy vendor which made both Declan and I very happy. Declan also loved that he got to use his loud voice – very very very loud.
2. The Police on Sunday Night.
They opened with Message in a Bottle and just kept playing all the hits. Seriously, they played everything. I can’t find the exact set list yet from last night (will update this when I do)… but this one is close:
Message in a Bottle
Spirits in the Material World
Voices Inside My Head
Don’t Stand So Close to Me
Driven to Tears
Walking on the Moon
Truth Hits Everybody
Every Little Thing She Does Is Magic
Wrapped Around Your Finger
The Bed’s Too Big Without You
Murder by Numbers
De Do Do Do De Da Da Da
Walking in Your Footsteps
Can’t Stand Losing You
King of Pain
Every Breath You Take
Next to You
Except we got a 3rd encore and I am completely spacing as to what the 3rd encore song was!!! I was just that overwhelmed by that point.
We danced our asses off. BUT! We were lucky to have a group of dudes behind us who were totally INTO IT, refused to sit, and were obviously were reliving their high school rock fantasies because they went nuts whenever Andy did his guitar masturbation. Everyone else in our section were old farts sitting on their ass until the boys played Roxanne and THEN they finally got up and swayed a little. Whatever.
My throat hurts from screaming.