So. The new plan was to write about my birthday weekend and my friends' awesome wedding inside Disneyland this week. But I forgot about the Emmys and you know I had to do my Emmys fashion recap. And then also, this happened.
I SAW PAUL MCCARTNEY IN CONCERT. FOR FREE.
You have to use your imagination, but that little white blob behind the piano is him.
Basically, I'm living a period of my life where so many awesome and amazing things are happening to me, and I don't have enough time to write about all of them. Isn't that the most obnoxious thing anyone has ever written? And, you guys, I haven't written and shared pictures of my HOUSE THAT I BOUGHT (another Life List item). Which is kind of huge. (But apparently not as huge as seeing Macca. I mean, anyone can buy a house, pssh, whatever.)
But I have to write about this RIGHTNOW because it quite possibly is the luckiest I have ever been in my entire life.
A few days ago, I read somewhere (Twitter? Facebook?) about a free Paul McCartney concert being hosted by Jimmy Kimmel Live on Hollywood Blvd. There was also a free Justin Timberlake concert the following night. Kimmel does this a couple times a year - closes down Hollywood Blvd outside his studio and hosts live concerts. The tickets are always free - but it's basically a lottery. I entered the lottery for two tickets to both shows, completely expecting not to win, because I never win any of those types of things.
So imagine me last Thursday completely LOSING MY MIND when I got an email saying I was chosen for the Paul McCartney concert! I claimed my two tickets right away. Seeing a Beatle has been a nearly life long dream of mine. When I was in high school the White Album was on constant repeat and I completely wore out my VHS copy of "Help!" Ringo is my favorite Beatle but of course Paul is legendary ... I'd be content with seeing either, or both!
Mr. BFT found out Sunday he wouldn't be able to make it to the concert due to work, so I invited my friend Hope, a mega big time Beatles fan. Luckily she was able to accept at the last minute (although I feel like she would have moved heaven and earth to make it there if she had to). The other questionable situation was that the ticket said my check in window was 4:30, but I knew due to my work schedule I wouldn't be able to get there until 5:00 at the earliest! I was convinced I would get there too late, or even if I made it in, I would be in the way way back.
Fast-forward to Hope and I arriving to check-in at around 5:00. Getting in was no problem! We waited in our corral while we watched the people who arrived before us filing into place with the guidance of the concert organizers. We were so far back ... the stage was just a little dot. Luckily there were screens set up so us nose-bleeders could get a good glipse of the action happening up front.
We waited and waited and waited ... then finally it was our turn to move. We went through security, and were guided down an aisle along the left side of the street. We were actually passing the people that were in front of us ... I said to Hope, "I think they are escorting us off the street." And she said, "Maybe they are putting us behind the stage." We had a good nervous giggle over that thought, as we kept passing 1000s of people who were lined up before us. After a good couple minutes we were released into our section ... RIGHT IN FRONT OF THE STAGE. All of us, the people in line with us, were looking around confused ... why are we here ... are they going to move us again .... what is happening. Finally Hope and I looked at each other, grabbed each others arms, and started screaming and jumping up and down. We were right in front of the stage! Probably about 20 rows of people back. We couldn't believe it. I still can't believe it.
Here's us, totally freaking out inside. And they gave us glow sticks.
We still had 90 minutes until the concert started but we were pretty hyped at that point. The crowd started filling in behind us until our section was full. Once in a while they would pass the crane camera over our section of the crowd and ask us to clap and cheer. As the start time grew closer, the air got a little more electric. Finally, FINALLY, Sir Paul was introduced and there he was! Simultaneously, the two guys standing in front of me seemed to magically grow two feet taller. But I dodged and weaved to catch glimpses of Macca for a couple songs until Hope and I settled into a good vantage point.
I took several pictures, even though I know my camera phone sucks at night. They said "no cameras" on the tickets so I didn't bring my point and shoot ... even though I saw several people with cameras, even big DSLRs. So I guess I'm a rule-following sucker. Sadly, here are my best shots:
And here are some better photos from LAist:
Photos by John Hill/Getty Images via LAist
He did a couple songs for the Kimmel show. When those were over, he said "these are just for you guys," (said in my best Paul accent followed by a thumbs up). And then he did, like, a dozen more songs. Amazing! Here's the set list:
“Magical Mystery Tour” (Beatles)
“Save Us” (McCartney)
“Junior’s Farm” (Wings)
“Lady Madonna” (Beatles)
“Another Day” (McCartney)
“Everybody Out There” (McCartney)
“Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da” (Beatles)
“Band on the Run” (Wings)
“Back in the U.S.S.R.” (Beatles)
“Day Tripper” (Beatles)
“Let It Be” (Beatles)
“Hey Jude” (Beatles)
Even though I've never seen Sir Paul in concert before, you just know Hey Jude is going to be the encore. Almost immediately I felt the emotion well up and I couldn't hold it back. I cried through the whole song. Even though all the Naaa-naaaa-naaaa-na-na-na-nas. Cried like a teenage girl in the 1960s seeing Paul McCartney in concert. Ugly, UGLY cry. Such an amazing, amazing moment. I couldn't believe I was so close. I couldn't believe this was free. I couldn't believe any of it. Can I emphasis that any more? I just couldn't believe this was happening to me.
When the concert was over we regrouped from the awesomeness and took a picture closer to the stage.
I'm not sure how we got so lucky but the experience was certainly not lost on us. For the rest of the evening we both did random little happy dances. I also did them the following day. I may still be doing them right now. And for the rest of my life. So excited to suddenly cross this big item off my Mighty Life List. Squeeeeeee! (PS - I love you Paul, call me.)