I went to a live music show. In a bar. Hub 51 in the city, to be exact.
When I created this list this wasn't *exactly* the type of show I envisioned for this goal, but the opportunity presented itself and I'm not one to let something that has this kind of potential for hilarity to pass me by.
SO . . . the show was a private concert with Kelly Clarkson and around 100 fans (including my best friend) who won tickets by calling in to a local radio station. You know, Kelly Clarkson, as in "OOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHH KELLY CLARKSON!" from the 40-Year-Old Virgin. I can't really act like I don't know of her, because I just saw her in VH1 Divas, which I watched after my BFF was all "OMG, Divas is on and you aren't watching it?! Who are you?"
I didn't know what Divas was. Well, I have a vague conception of what *divas* are: large, demanding, rhinestone-clad women flocked by men in black fedoras. Anyway, I did watch said Divas show, so I attended the private Kelly Clarkson concert with a bit of background knowledge and two expectations:
1) Girl was gonna rock it with that voice.
2) We were likely to be the oldest people there.
I was right. Which, as always, made me happy.
And being that close to someone who is actually so hugely talented was really cool, too.
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