wow, wow, friggin wow.

WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW. I have returned from the Josh Groban concert and it was AMAZING. I was so impressed with him this evening. He just blows my mind. And props to the sound folk for doing an exceptional job. I'm totally speechless and it hasnt hit me yet that I went to see Josh Groban. BINDLES of thanks again to Sara, John, and Stef for the tickets, and Sara and John for coming(not that you had to be gagged), bestest of friends, really. I am FORever greatfull. Cranky people stink. We had this crap bag lady infront of us, who, when John was reaching for his phone in his pocket which caused him to slouch a bit, snaps back and says "could you please move your LEG back" in a very unpleasant manner, and then *grrr* as the opening act (William Joseph) was playing, Sara leaned over and whispered "did you remember to bring tissue" I whispered back "no, i forgot!" and she whips her big head back and shrieks "can you guys be QUIET?" whoa there little lady, simmer yourself. Ahhh visions of Josh Groban are dancing in my head. And yes, I did cry. But just once! He opened with Oceano. That was SO pleasant. Then another song, then another. THEN! the mother of all songs, "To Where You Are", this is where Brea commenced her crying. After that blubber, I was good! and sat back and shrieked and enjoyed his warm voice. : )