Nyaaaaa... the concert was just magical. Best night of my life. I don't think anything will be able to ever top it.

First of all, nobody actually bothered tearing or even LOOKING at my ticket. SA-WEET. I managed to ditch my crappy seat and breeze to the front of my section. I didn't risk my luck in trying to get to the very front, but nevertheless, I was a lot closer. The people behind me at my actual seat were annoying--whistling every time anybody so much as moved. And not just a normal whistle. Those deafening, ear-piercing whistles. Bah! So I got up and leaned against the bannister for the stairs down to the first floor and stared moonily at them the whole time.

The Pretenders were okay. I was never much of a Pretenders fan, but I liked Chrissie Hynde.

The Who were just... magic, for lack of a better word. Roger apologized for sounding very slightly hoarse (I didn't notice it until he pointed it out). "It doesn't fucking matter to you lot anyway. It's still rock n' roll." I squeed while everyone else laughed, and I think he shot me an odd look (although I might've been imagining it--entirely possible). Pete took over talking for Roger and they dove right into I Can't Explain first thing. It must be strange to see a big teenage girl almost lunging over the stairwell and sighing/swooning. Perhaps not for THEM, but for everyone else. Pete bragged: "Have you ever seen anybody jump around the stage as much as I do? *ponder* Maybe, maybe the entire combined weight of the Red Hot Chili Peppers... but only during their warmup." He also mentioned, "I've never had sex in Ohio before." I would have given him the honor. *coughs* He later amended it: "Oh, wait. Never mind, I HAVE had sex in Ohio. I had a girlfriend who lived in fucking Columbus."

They played the Wire and Glass mini-opera in its entirety. It was fab. :3 They also did a few other songs from the new album--when they played Black Widow's Eyes, I nearly fainted. That's my favorite off of the album. ♥ " ... Since we know you like this kind of stuff, we'll play this cheesy old thing." You Better, You Bet. It was great. I know it was a silly fantasy of mine, but Roger seemed to look right over into my section during it. I know he wasn't--the man has better things to do than point at silly fangirls--but I can dream, can't I?

They eventually played Baba O'Riley and Pete started chuckling and talking about how so much of music was great fans like us. " ... Like this song. It's about... digging in a field. 'LET'S GO DIG IN A FIELD!'" Everyone laughed. I shouted "YES! LET'S!" Nobody heard me. I would totally go dig in a field with old Bone there. :P Sometimes, though, during the concert, it looked like he was pointing in my direction. I wonder if he was? Like I said, probably not. Probably coincidence that his fingers ended up pointing that way.

He mentioned that, after the concert, they were headed toward Michigan. Everybody started booing, and Pete started snickering.

Absolutely great concert. Pino was great on the bass and Zak was great on the drums. But Pete and Roger were the best of all. ♥

Oh. And...I GOT TO SEE THEM A BIT CLOSER. :D

I had to go out back anyway, because that's where my uncle was going to pick me up. I noticed, going down the stairs, that, "Hey! That's where the buses are! JACKPOT!" So I lurked around out back, hanging on the fence and peering down a footbridge.

I SAW PETE. :D I didn't manage to get his attention to say hello and get well, but the most important thing is, I saw him. A Little is Enough and all that kind of stuff. *swoons and sighs* I can die happy now.

In a way, I'm glad I didn't get his attention. He and Roger were both a little under-the-weather (Pete had the sniffles, Roger had a bit of a chest cold), and I didn't want it getting worse by attempting to get them to stand out in the Ohio cold to chat with a silly fangirl.

But I'm glad I at least saw Pete leave the building.

I don't know why, but it was almost like it was... significant. It wasn't. But it's almost like seeing a pair of creaky old men jumping around a stage was important or magic in such a mundane life spent swooning over said creaky old men.

I can't explain, I suppose, as cheesy as that sounds.

But there it it--a magical night spent screaming at old men.

*sighs and flitters eyes*

Random thought: I wonder if Keith Moon was able to touch his nose with his tongue?