Concert season has begun, so last week the Handy Husband and I headed down to L.A. to see the Boss at the Sports Arena. We made a few stops along the way. Lunch at Philippe's, home of the French Dip Sandwich. Oh so good, with cole slaw and potato sandwich. I wish I'd been adventurous enough to order a pickled egg.
Then we saw dinosaur bones and other natural wonders at the Natural History Museum. The sparkling gemstones, they called to me!
After a room service dinner, we walked from the hotel to the concert.
Oh, the Boss. You know how I love him. He did not disappoint. We had better seats this time, close enough so I could see Patti's cheekbones and Little Steven's pouting sneer.
As it always happens, we were seated near the Biggest Fan. Robby was kind enough to introduce himself before he sat his 6 foot 2 self down in front of me, telling us, "I'm your worst concert nightmare. I wave my arms and dance around. But if it bothers you, I'd be happy to change seats with you." We were in the back row of the section. Well, a polite obnoxious fan, that's a change. Actually, he was really nice and his bopping didn't bother me at all because he was halfway out in the aisle and I could easily see between him and his much quieter friend, Luis. He also told us about his absent 6 foot 4 friend, who "is even worse than I am" so I am quite glad ---- (I forgot his name but it will come to me) missed this show.
Someone asked me what it was like without the Big Man. Just fine, although the band thought it took two to fill his shoes. Jake Clemons has an enthusiastic stage presence, but he should have been miked louder. Eddie Manion was excellent, too. There was a nice tribute during 10th Avenue Freeze out...
So sweet, he danced with his sister! I don't want to be his sister, though.
In the morning, we had breakfast at the place than never closes, then looked at some cool cars.
See ya later...Ernest has another bike race so he and I are off to Lake Arrowhead for the weekend.