A few other highlights from our trip:
(1) Both kids found a shark's tooth. Well, Jackson found one. Then Stacy and I stashed away a shell to give to Alex that looked like a sharks tooth to be used in the event that he didn't find one. Fortunately we did not have to pull the wool over his eyes. Stacy found a real one for him. It's a good thing too, because I dont think that he'd buy it. He'd have the reaction that Eliza had on survivor when Jason gave her the "idol" and she said "It's not the idol!....Because it's just a stick!"
(2) Family Kingdom. On our last night at the beach we went to family Kingdom. Growing up I thought that it paled in comparison to the Pavilion, but my kids loved it. Hey, I even got to show off my basketball skills, going one for one from the line at the rim that is just large enough allow the ball to pass through. I'm so good I think I should go pro.
(3) A warm beach. Much better than the Spring Break trip from the previous year, this trip was actually warm and we enjoyed the water without having to hide from a cold breeze.
(4) The lack of beach umbrella incidents. We were there for 8 nights and not once was I impaled by an umbrella. Amazing as that may seem, it's true.
(5) Checking out the pictures and video from the trip. There is plenty of footage that is cute now, but will definitely be a laugh later when the kids are older. Why, you may ask. Well, in the past the kids have had a rubbage problem. Any parent of a boy that has worn a bathing suit with a cheese grater lining knows exactly what I'm talking about. Playing on the beach, causes
"rubbage" on the inner thighs, causing the kids to walk like a bull rider after the ride of his life. You know what I'm talking about. Anyway, to avoid that scenario this year, we order the boys 2 Speedos each. They were them every trip to the beach, leaving the cheese grater variety packed away. I have to say, the Speedos suited them much more so than I would have thought. Needless to say, when the kids are little older and they think they're to cool for a Speedo, I'll have to break out the pictures....mwuhahaha.
Monday, June 30, 2008
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
Pawley's Rocked
It's now the Monday after vacation and although we are back in the real world I feel great. Vacation was just what I needed. I'm fully rested and ready to get back to the grind.
We spent many fun-filled hours on the beach. It was been a mix of showing off our fisbee skills in and out of the water, tossing the pig skin around, playing the golf ball game, swimming, body surfing, digging holes for the kids, chilling in a lounge chair while listening to the latest music on our iPods, reading, and eating...dont forget eating.
Last year Jackson was able to throw the frisbee somewhat well but Alex could not make himself use the frisbee form. He was trying to throw it as he would a baseball. This year, however, they both rocked at frisbee. Not only would they throw with me, but with one another as well. It was awesome to watch. They both loved the golf game as well, which was a make shift game which consisted of two people rolling golf balls toward 2 holes dug into the sand about 30 feet apart. Each one made was a point. We'd play to 11. It was more difficult than one would assume due to the slope and variances of the sand. It was fun and the boys were very good at it.
Most of our meals were eaten in the beach house. Stacy's mom cooked and every meal was excellent. We also went out for 2 dinners. On of those dinners was at the Island Deli and was to celebrate our 8th wedding anniversary. The other meal was our last night there and we enjoyed seafood at Hanser House. Although we had been to and enjoyed the Island Deli previously, that meal was my first at Hanser House, but it will not be our last. It was great. All of the eating took it's toll on me though. By the time we returned I had gained 8 lbs. Just think what the weight gain would have been had I not run every day....ugh.
By the end of the week, we were worn out. It was a fun week, but the sun and fun took it's toll. We returned to Columbia on Saturday, which was gave us a day to settle in before heading back to work.
As a follow-up to my other two beach posts, I continued to run and read.
With the exception of my rest day on Friday I ran every day. In total, during my 8 days at the beach I tallied mileage near that of a marathon. It was great. One day I intend to run a marathon. For now, I'll accept that mileage split into 7 separate runs.
I finished one more book while at the beach. That is lie; I finished it while on the ride home. It was, as I've mentioned before, another book by Dean Koontz. The novel was entitled Twilight Eyes and was about a man that has a sixth sense which allows him to see goblins inside of people and he takes it upon himself to hunt down these goblin people. Sounds weird I'm sure, but it was a really good book. It, like the other two books I mentioned (The Ruins, and The Taken), have an aura of impending doom. I have no idea why, but I love this kind of book. I wont tell you any more about Twilight Eyes, but will say that if you're into this type of book, then pick it up. It's worth the time.
I just started another Koontz book entitled the Husband, which is not science fiction as the others were, but since he grabbed my attention with the other novels I thought I'd give this one a shot as well.
Last year Jackson was able to throw the frisbee somewhat well but Alex could not make himself use the frisbee form. He was trying to throw it as he would a baseball. This year, however, they both rocked at frisbee. Not only would they throw with me, but with one another as well. It was awesome to watch. They both loved the golf game as well, which was a make shift game which consisted of two people rolling golf balls toward 2 holes dug into the sand about 30 feet apart. Each one made was a point. We'd play to 11. It was more difficult than one would assume due to the slope and variances of the sand. It was fun and the boys were very good at it.
Most of our meals were eaten in the beach house. Stacy's mom cooked and every meal was excellent. We also went out for 2 dinners. On of those dinners was at the Island Deli and was to celebrate our 8th wedding anniversary. The other meal was our last night there and we enjoyed seafood at Hanser House. Although we had been to and enjoyed the Island Deli previously, that meal was my first at Hanser House, but it will not be our last. It was great. All of the eating took it's toll on me though. By the time we returned I had gained 8 lbs. Just think what the weight gain would have been had I not run every day....ugh.
By the end of the week, we were worn out. It was a fun week, but the sun and fun took it's toll. We returned to Columbia on Saturday, which was gave us a day to settle in before heading back to work.
As a follow-up to my other two beach posts, I continued to run and read.
With the exception of my rest day on Friday I ran every day. In total, during my 8 days at the beach I tallied mileage near that of a marathon. It was great. One day I intend to run a marathon. For now, I'll accept that mileage split into 7 separate runs.
I finished one more book while at the beach. That is lie; I finished it while on the ride home. It was, as I've mentioned before, another book by Dean Koontz. The novel was entitled Twilight Eyes and was about a man that has a sixth sense which allows him to see goblins inside of people and he takes it upon himself to hunt down these goblin people. Sounds weird I'm sure, but it was a really good book. It, like the other two books I mentioned (The Ruins, and The Taken), have an aura of impending doom. I have no idea why, but I love this kind of book. I wont tell you any more about Twilight Eyes, but will say that if you're into this type of book, then pick it up. It's worth the time.
I just started another Koontz book entitled the Husband, which is not science fiction as the others were, but since he grabbed my attention with the other novels I thought I'd give this one a shot as well.
Sunday, June 22, 2008
I am not a Reader
I enjoy a good story as much as anyone. However, I definitely prefer that story shown on the big screen over the exact same story told on the printed page. I've always laughed a chuckle of misunderstanding upon hearing someone having the opposite inclination. I guess I'm just not a reader. It's not that I don’t enjoy reading. I think more than anything, it's that I am an unbelievably slow reader. So if I intend to finish a book, I have to make the time to actually sit down and read it. Otherwise, I read 15 pages and put it down, pick it up the next week or the week after and read 10 more pages, and repeat this process until I either finish the book or have forgotten how the story originally begun so I put it down never to be finished. I have always wished that I could sit down and enjoy a good book, but it has never been my thing. "It's not my bag baby."
I tend to spend countless hours watching movies that I've either rented or stumbled upon while surfing the tube. I like a good movie. What can I say?
A few weeks back Stacy told me that she read the scariest book that she had ever read. I have an affinity for a good horror flick and thought that a book along those same lines may keep my attention enough to make me read it cover to cover. The book was Scott Smith's The Ruins, which had also recently been released in movie form. hmmm, this could be the first movie that I see after having read the book. I figured it would be worth a shot.
I picked the book up and was sucked in from the very first page. I can’t say that I read it in a day, but I can say that one week later I was finished with it and loved it. As a side note, I've yet to see the movie, but I do look forward to it. Maybe I'll thoroughly enjoy it or maybe I'll be "that guy" that can’t seem to enjoy the movie due to the director just not sticking to the book. I hope I'll enjoy it, as I did the book but we will see.
Since I enjoyed a horror themed book so much, when it came time to pack for vacation I decided to give it another shot; another book with a theme of horror. Years ago I had read and enjoyed a book by Dean Koontz, so I thought I see what he had out. I picked up two. I know, I know. Two books is a large step for someone who is "not a reader", but I would rather have too much than not enough.
Yesterday we started the day off very early with run and with many hours ahead of me on this first full day of vacation, I figured I'd get started. I grabbed The Taken, a book supposedly about the last day of life on Earth, a book about a storm that was the beginning of the end of us, a book that I was very impressed with. If you read that closely, you noticed that I used the word "was". I was impressed. That's right; I read the entire book in a day and a half. I tell you what; for person who is not a reader, I sure am enjoying reading for once in my life. I doubt reading will ever replace my love of a good movie, but I am happy to have expanded my interests to books as well.
Tomorrow, if not this afternoon, I’ll pick up the other Koontz book and see what I think of his next story. I hope this one is as good as the last. If it is and I continue, I may even begin considering my self a reader…
I tend to spend countless hours watching movies that I've either rented or stumbled upon while surfing the tube. I like a good movie. What can I say?
A few weeks back Stacy told me that she read the scariest book that she had ever read. I have an affinity for a good horror flick and thought that a book along those same lines may keep my attention enough to make me read it cover to cover. The book was Scott Smith's The Ruins, which had also recently been released in movie form. hmmm, this could be the first movie that I see after having read the book. I figured it would be worth a shot.
I picked the book up and was sucked in from the very first page. I can’t say that I read it in a day, but I can say that one week later I was finished with it and loved it. As a side note, I've yet to see the movie, but I do look forward to it. Maybe I'll thoroughly enjoy it or maybe I'll be "that guy" that can’t seem to enjoy the movie due to the director just not sticking to the book. I hope I'll enjoy it, as I did the book but we will see.
Since I enjoyed a horror themed book so much, when it came time to pack for vacation I decided to give it another shot; another book with a theme of horror. Years ago I had read and enjoyed a book by Dean Koontz, so I thought I see what he had out. I picked up two. I know, I know. Two books is a large step for someone who is "not a reader", but I would rather have too much than not enough.
Yesterday we started the day off very early with run and with many hours ahead of me on this first full day of vacation, I figured I'd get started. I grabbed The Taken, a book supposedly about the last day of life on Earth, a book about a storm that was the beginning of the end of us, a book that I was very impressed with. If you read that closely, you noticed that I used the word "was". I was impressed. That's right; I read the entire book in a day and a half. I tell you what; for person who is not a reader, I sure am enjoying reading for once in my life. I doubt reading will ever replace my love of a good movie, but I am happy to have expanded my interests to books as well.
Tomorrow, if not this afternoon, I’ll pick up the other Koontz book and see what I think of his next story. I hope this one is as good as the last. If it is and I continue, I may even begin considering my self a reader…
Early Mornings of Vacation
In the past I've varied between sleeping late to get the much needed rest that is offered during any trip away from home, and getting up somewhat early in an attempt to stretch the days of vacation as long as possible. Since there is very little gray area in between these two approaches to vacation, I of course had to choose one. I not only opted for the long day approach, I took it to the next level. Or should I say, WE took it to the next level.
Over the past months, Stacy has made the transition to early workouts. She gets up at 5:00, sometimes earlier, to enjoy a run or a work-out video. I admire her dedication to starting the day off right, and on occasion will venture out of bed to do the same. But to tell you the truth, I've been too lazy to make it a routine. I hope that will change.
During our drip to Pawley's we passed the time in the truck in different ways. The kids had intended to watch a movie, but strangely enough Alex napped, while Jackson watched the entire movie. That is only strange due to the fact that Alex is our non-sleeping child, while Jackson takes every opportunity to get needed rest. Meanwhile, Stacy and I varied our time between surfing crappy radio stations and random conversations. At one point the conversation drifted to fitness. She told me that she intended to keep up her routine, running at 5:00 even while on vacation. Also, I was more than welcome to join her for the morning miles on the pavement. I thought for a second and decided that this would give me a purpose to rise early and pursue the long days that really tend to stretch a vacation to a length that really makes it feel like a worthwhile. I was not devout in my decision, but had had made the decision nonetheless. "Sure, I'll run with you. Just make sure I wake up."
Theoretically it was a sound plan, but in reality I had no idea if I’d go through with it. Saturday morning Stacy arose and asked the question, "I'm running; would you like to go?". Dang right I would. How was I supposed to start a routine without coming out of the gates running on day 1. I arose and joined her for the run. It was invigorating. To start the day off that way was a great beginning to what turned out to be a long first day, filled with fun for us and boys. I was glad I chose as I did. Day 2 was today and after crashing at 11:30 last night, you'd assume I'd be tired, but upon hearing her ask that same question, it was even easier to rise early today than yesterday. Hopefully this will continue. Day 3 is tomorrow. I'm sure that I will be posed the same question; I just hope to have the same response. We'll see what happens...
Over the past months, Stacy has made the transition to early workouts. She gets up at 5:00, sometimes earlier, to enjoy a run or a work-out video. I admire her dedication to starting the day off right, and on occasion will venture out of bed to do the same. But to tell you the truth, I've been too lazy to make it a routine. I hope that will change.
During our drip to Pawley's we passed the time in the truck in different ways. The kids had intended to watch a movie, but strangely enough Alex napped, while Jackson watched the entire movie. That is only strange due to the fact that Alex is our non-sleeping child, while Jackson takes every opportunity to get needed rest. Meanwhile, Stacy and I varied our time between surfing crappy radio stations and random conversations. At one point the conversation drifted to fitness. She told me that she intended to keep up her routine, running at 5:00 even while on vacation. Also, I was more than welcome to join her for the morning miles on the pavement. I thought for a second and decided that this would give me a purpose to rise early and pursue the long days that really tend to stretch a vacation to a length that really makes it feel like a worthwhile. I was not devout in my decision, but had had made the decision nonetheless. "Sure, I'll run with you. Just make sure I wake up."
Theoretically it was a sound plan, but in reality I had no idea if I’d go through with it. Saturday morning Stacy arose and asked the question, "I'm running; would you like to go?". Dang right I would. How was I supposed to start a routine without coming out of the gates running on day 1. I arose and joined her for the run. It was invigorating. To start the day off that way was a great beginning to what turned out to be a long first day, filled with fun for us and boys. I was glad I chose as I did. Day 2 was today and after crashing at 11:30 last night, you'd assume I'd be tired, but upon hearing her ask that same question, it was even easier to rise early today than yesterday. Hopefully this will continue. Day 3 is tomorrow. I'm sure that I will be posed the same question; I just hope to have the same response. We'll see what happens...
Friday, June 20, 2008
Vaction is hours away
This afternoon we are heading to Pawley's Island for a family vacation. We've been looking forward to it for weeks. It's been years since we went to Pawley's during the summer. We typically go to Pawley's with Stacy's parents early in the year, during the kids spring break (in either March or April...and it's quite chilly) and then go back to Myrtle Beach for a few days during the summer with my parents. Last year, both trips left much to be desired.
Last Year's Pawley's trip (the arctic chill):
The week before last year's Pawley's trip I was watching the weather and it was very warm. However, a cold front moved in the night we got there. We had a half of one warm day, then it was freezing for the rest of the week. We laid our beach chairs out behind the groins. The rocks provided just enough of a barrier that the cold wind didn't force us back up to the beach house. Of course, I am stubborn, so I was sitting out there with my bathing suit on, shirtless, freezing my butt off (especially after a few quick dips in the ocean with the boys). Who cares if you are covered in chill bumps; you're at the beach! You have to get in!
The point is that it was cold. I'm looking forward to this year's trip being in June.
Last Year's Myrtle Beach Trip (the attack of rabid umbrella):
Our second beach trip of the year, we visited North Myrtle Beach. We arrived on Saturday and were staying through Wednesday, I believe. On Saturday afternoon we were able to enjoy the beach a little and it was a good thing that we did because the coming days would turn out to be less than the perfect beach trip to say the least. It wasn't cold as Pawley's had been. It was actually beautiful weather, but it was quite windy. We got up early on Sunday morning to a somewhat empty beach at low tide, a sunny sky and a nice breeze to keep us cool. It was going to be a great day. Shortly after that we had claimed our plot of land on the ever shrinking sands of North Myrtle. The day started off well and progressed up until the point that the boys were getting tired. I decided that I'd be the one to take them up to the room for rest time. At this point, the sun shining down on us, but we remained somewhat cool due to the ever increasing winds. I grabbed the boys from the ocean and turned turned to face the hotel and told Stacy and my parents that we were headed up for rest time. I had a child on each side of me and turned to watch away, but before I took another step I felt the brunt force of what, for that second felt like someone ran into me full force running a receiver's route in hopes of catching the long bomb in a game of flag football, but in reality was the dagger end of beach umbrella being impaled into my arm. The strength of the winds had continually increased to point that one of the large beach umbrellas was literally yanked from the sand and tumbled canopy over tip numerous times, over a distance of about 20 yards before finding a temporary resting place in my arm. It happened so fast that I hardly knew what happened. I was in shock as I looked down and saw the gaping, 2 inch deep hole in my arm as the sharpened end withdrew itself and continued to tumble down the beach. Stacy screamed, "Oh My God!". My mom chimed in as well. The boys looked scared to death, but watched in amazement. My dad put his hand over the wound to hold it shut. The entire population of the beach imploded on us to see what was going on, as if they just heard that a fisherman had hauled in Jaws. The life guards came running. The ambulance was called. Some drunk guy gave us his medical opinion (this is true and it did give the situation a little comic relief). I was rushed to the front of the hotel. Meanwhile I was still in shock. The ambulance arrives and I get inside and answer an endless stream of questions; everything from my name, to what happened, to my insurance information (cant forget that). We get to the hospital and I'm asked all of the same questions yet again. While waiting on the doctor, I hear of 2 other umbrealla related injuries....that happened in front of the same hotel! Anyway, in an attempt to make a long story somewhat shorter, I ended up getting my arm cleaned up and then stitched up the following day, with instructions to stay out of the water. Ugh, so much for the fun beach trip.
In the end, the boys still enjoyed their time on the beach, but as I said before, this beach trip was less than perfect. Since then, my arm has healed and there are no lasting effects, besides the scar that my kids see as being totally cool.
What about the infamous umbrella? Well, I've heard rumors that it is to appear in the long awaited sequel to Gladiator. I'm sure that it will be the weapon of choice among the gladiators. They'll be like a mix of Maximus Meridius and Mary Poppins.
This year's trip:
This is a new year. It's going to be a fun year for vacations. The boys are 4 and 5; fun ages for the beach. We're going to Pawley's on the first day of Summer; a time when it's actually warm. Pawley's has no beach umbrellas! We're taking a volleyball net, some nerf rocket toys, buckets, shovels, chairs, golf clubs, bocce ball, lots of sunscreen and a huge appetite. It should be a blast. I've looked ahead and the weather projections have dropped from the high 90s and 100s of last week, to high 80s this coming week. It should be perfect. Of course any warm day with nobody being impaled by a beach umbrella could be considered perfect when compared to last year!
Stacy and I cant wait. Not to mention the fact that the kids have asked "how many days now, Dad?" every day for about the past 2 weeks. Today I get to answer "zeros days. we're going right now!" They will be so excited. We did all of our packing over the last 2 days. We just have to swing by the house and pick up 2 things and we're off. I'm sure the trip down will consist of the kids watching a movie in the truck and them babbling on and on about how much fun we're going to have, and reminding me to watch out for Umbrellas as they have numerous times over the last 11 months. Then the fun begins! We cant wait!
We also have a lake vacation planned, but more about that later.
Last Year's Pawley's trip (the arctic chill):
The week before last year's Pawley's trip I was watching the weather and it was very warm. However, a cold front moved in the night we got there. We had a half of one warm day, then it was freezing for the rest of the week. We laid our beach chairs out behind the groins. The rocks provided just enough of a barrier that the cold wind didn't force us back up to the beach house. Of course, I am stubborn, so I was sitting out there with my bathing suit on, shirtless, freezing my butt off (especially after a few quick dips in the ocean with the boys). Who cares if you are covered in chill bumps; you're at the beach! You have to get in!
The point is that it was cold. I'm looking forward to this year's trip being in June.
Last Year's Myrtle Beach Trip (the attack of rabid umbrella):
Our second beach trip of the year, we visited North Myrtle Beach. We arrived on Saturday and were staying through Wednesday, I believe. On Saturday afternoon we were able to enjoy the beach a little and it was a good thing that we did because the coming days would turn out to be less than the perfect beach trip to say the least. It wasn't cold as Pawley's had been. It was actually beautiful weather, but it was quite windy. We got up early on Sunday morning to a somewhat empty beach at low tide, a sunny sky and a nice breeze to keep us cool. It was going to be a great day. Shortly after that we had claimed our plot of land on the ever shrinking sands of North Myrtle. The day started off well and progressed up until the point that the boys were getting tired. I decided that I'd be the one to take them up to the room for rest time. At this point, the sun shining down on us, but we remained somewhat cool due to the ever increasing winds. I grabbed the boys from the ocean and turned turned to face the hotel and told Stacy and my parents that we were headed up for rest time. I had a child on each side of me and turned to watch away, but before I took another step I felt the brunt force of what, for that second felt like someone ran into me full force running a receiver's route in hopes of catching the long bomb in a game of flag football, but in reality was the dagger end of beach umbrella being impaled into my arm. The strength of the winds had continually increased to point that one of the large beach umbrellas was literally yanked from the sand and tumbled canopy over tip numerous times, over a distance of about 20 yards before finding a temporary resting place in my arm. It happened so fast that I hardly knew what happened. I was in shock as I looked down and saw the gaping, 2 inch deep hole in my arm as the sharpened end withdrew itself and continued to tumble down the beach. Stacy screamed, "Oh My God!". My mom chimed in as well. The boys looked scared to death, but watched in amazement. My dad put his hand over the wound to hold it shut. The entire population of the beach imploded on us to see what was going on, as if they just heard that a fisherman had hauled in Jaws. The life guards came running. The ambulance was called. Some drunk guy gave us his medical opinion (this is true and it did give the situation a little comic relief). I was rushed to the front of the hotel. Meanwhile I was still in shock. The ambulance arrives and I get inside and answer an endless stream of questions; everything from my name, to what happened, to my insurance information (cant forget that). We get to the hospital and I'm asked all of the same questions yet again. While waiting on the doctor, I hear of 2 other umbrealla related injuries....that happened in front of the same hotel! Anyway, in an attempt to make a long story somewhat shorter, I ended up getting my arm cleaned up and then stitched up the following day, with instructions to stay out of the water. Ugh, so much for the fun beach trip.
In the end, the boys still enjoyed their time on the beach, but as I said before, this beach trip was less than perfect. Since then, my arm has healed and there are no lasting effects, besides the scar that my kids see as being totally cool.
What about the infamous umbrella? Well, I've heard rumors that it is to appear in the long awaited sequel to Gladiator. I'm sure that it will be the weapon of choice among the gladiators. They'll be like a mix of Maximus Meridius and Mary Poppins.
This year's trip:
This is a new year. It's going to be a fun year for vacations. The boys are 4 and 5; fun ages for the beach. We're going to Pawley's on the first day of Summer; a time when it's actually warm. Pawley's has no beach umbrellas! We're taking a volleyball net, some nerf rocket toys, buckets, shovels, chairs, golf clubs, bocce ball, lots of sunscreen and a huge appetite. It should be a blast. I've looked ahead and the weather projections have dropped from the high 90s and 100s of last week, to high 80s this coming week. It should be perfect. Of course any warm day with nobody being impaled by a beach umbrella could be considered perfect when compared to last year!
Stacy and I cant wait. Not to mention the fact that the kids have asked "how many days now, Dad?" every day for about the past 2 weeks. Today I get to answer "zeros days. we're going right now!" They will be so excited. We did all of our packing over the last 2 days. We just have to swing by the house and pick up 2 things and we're off. I'm sure the trip down will consist of the kids watching a movie in the truck and them babbling on and on about how much fun we're going to have, and reminding me to watch out for Umbrellas as they have numerous times over the last 11 months. Then the fun begins! We cant wait!
We also have a lake vacation planned, but more about that later.
Thursday, June 19, 2008
Pearl Jam concert
Welcome to my first attempt at a blog.
This blog will not have a theme. I’ll be posting about random topics. Don’t be surprised to see a topic of music, followed by a post about family trip or my latest house project. Who knows? Anyway, I hope you enjoy reading it so much that you leave a comment or two. All comments are welcome.
There are so many topics I’d like to post on, but I’ll start with something fresh on my mind. Monday night Stacy (my wife) and I went to see Pearl Jam in concert at the
Being that we live in
On the night of the concert, we didn’t want to miss anything so we arrived at the
After their set, which was about 45 minutes, there was a 45 minute break to set up for Pearl
At 9:00, Pearl Jam took the stage and the place erupted. Eddie addressed the crowd and everyone cheered, although most of us had no idea what he had said. I like Eddie but I have to say that he is one of those people who always sounds as if he’s had about 3 too many beers. Unless you are listening very intently, you can only pick out certain words. Evidently those few words were enough to impress, because the place went crazy. Cheers throughout. It makes me laugh, but I couldn’t laugh that hard…as that would have interfered with my leading the cheering in section 21.
It was funny when they started playing because I only vaguely recognized one song during the first 20-25 minutes. They sounded good, but I had no idea what the songs were. It wasn’t until they performed “I Am Mine” that I was really able to belt it out with Eddie. That’s right, I was chiming right in with that beautiful voice that I’ve been working on for years; both in the shower and in the truck while I haul ass down the interstate every day.
After I Am Mine, they performed Even Flow. At that point I had already gotten my money’s worth out of the night. The rest of the concert was icing on the cake. Before the night was over, they had played for a solid 2 hours and 20 minutes. It was an amazing concert. Some of the highlights for me were the performances of Even Flow, Elderly Woman Behind the Counter in a
Oh, and congrats to Pearl Jam for making it into my first blog!
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