and what a night it was. I mean just look at that face...yeah, Chris' face...and Guy's...ahhhh..(2nd from the right)... the show was fantastic...and it actually looked a little like this...
and this...
michael stipe was the special guest. he's no elton john playing the piano on Trouble, but it was pretty impressive that Chris could play Nightswimming while Senor Stipe sang his song. But I digress...let's get back to dear sweet beautiful Chris...
ahhh, chris....
the best part was that I never saw you know who...
all in all it was an amazing night. the band was spot on - god i want to be british...chris was on top of his game...and they ran the gamut of their "entire catalog" playing everything from square one to in my place to talk to yellow...
so with that, i will say goodnight...and instead of dreaming of plum fairies or or sugar plums or whatever they are supposedly dancing in my head, i will be dreaming of chris martin singing to me and only to me (and not those 20,000 other screaming fans)....
2 comments:
so did you have a good time? ;)
i'm glad you are still in love with your british boy. as my freshman roommate used to say lying in her top bunk bed, 'i wish i had a poster of brad pitt on my ceiling and i had a crank where i could just wind myself up there to meet him and we could make out on the ceiling!'
insert -chris- and i think you'd be set katie.
ha ha ha! that's terrible! no crank...i want the real thing. ps. he's supposed to be in athens this weekend. yeah, athens georgia. anyone up for a roadtrip today?
=P
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