In a large crowd of onlookers, our small party of five was the flavor added to what seemed to be a very plain, very bland combination of people. Nonetheless, last night was incredibly fun and great and generally speaking, beautiful. I loved every minute of it.
Noise Ratchett opened, playing six incredible compositions with lyrics I could clearly hear, despite the bass on overdrive and the guitars heavily distorted. I bought the CD and a button. I was thoroughly impressed.
Switchfoot came out and like a giddy teeny-bopper, I jumped up and down at the sight of them. They played an amazing set and came back with an encore of two songs. They ended with Underwater, a fantastic song from their first album, my favorite album.
My friends were incredible and I fell more deeply in love with each of them as the night wore on. I’m not quite sure as to why. Suddenly, I was thinking about how much I cared for each of them; how wonderful they are; how much more fanstastic they make my life by being in it; how they all have qualities that make me want to be a better person.
The show was a good one.
The night was a clear one.
The dinner was an unhealthy one.
My life is a blessed one.