bf: the day

well, the wonderful day finally came when i got to see brandon.

and oh was it glorious.

let's start from the beginning.

of course the night before we had to figure out what i was going to wear.

after several unsuccessful outfits, this is what we came up with.

this is my yeah, i fly to los angeles for less than a day to see brandon flowers, don't you? getup.

flew out of salt lake. time: 1130.

i heart planes. and sitting in a chair in the sky. aka flying.

blake picked me up and we went to our grandma and grandpa griffith's house. then we walked to the pier for some yummmmy lunch. right there. by the ocean. don't worry about it.

my yummy yummy fish tacos. probably my favorite california treat.

there were super cool bike racks too.

after that we walked back to their house and blake and i took a nap. we were both pretty beat so it felt good to get a couple hours of recovery time. then we met up with dad for dinner at spires where i had some french toast. mmmm...

after that blake and i headed to la. of course there was a bit of traffic but it was definitely good bonding time :) and we arrived at the wiltern right before the opening act got onstage!

the first guy [fran healy of the band travis] was pretty good but i was just itching to hear brandon. finally, at 9, he took the stage.... and blew me away.

the opening song was on the floor. he walked out to the center of the stage and started to sing. the lighting only showed his silhouette at first. to hear this rich, deep sound coming from a mysterious shadowed figure was really powerful. and then they lit his face. and it took everything i had to remember to breathe.

he was wearing a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up and a vest. do you know what vests do to me? they make it impossible for me to focus on anything else besides the wearer of the vest. and in this case. i had no problem with that.

his voice was everything i had remembered and more. the clarity and strength of his voice is pure divinity. the power in each song he sings shows how he believes every word. his enthusiasm on stage is addicting. his signature move of jumping on the speakers and adding a fist pump makes your excitement triple.

please. if you are looking for an inspiringly good time, something different to throw into your schedule, something to get excited about, go to his concert. i promise you will not regret it. he is worth every penny. and not just because i've loved him for the past five years. he is a quality performer with a voice and presence that is unprecedented. here are the shows. if you are near any of the locations, please. just go. don't make excuses. that's not what life's about.

the videos turned out a lot better than the pictures. so please. partake and witness [full screen please] the wonderfulness that is brandon flowers.

for the encore, they came back out and brandon said,

"we have a little treat for you guys... actually, it's a treat for us too... the police are here!"

and out walked andy summers from the police. and then he played with the band while brandon sang roxanne.
holy crap. only in la.

when we were walking back to the car, we saw what we assumed was brandon's tour bus. excited face!

we made our way back to ggg's where we said our goodbyes and i went inside. i showed grandma my merch and made my way to bed. but not before i tried on my new shirt!

warning: i may wear this shirt everyday for the next three weeks. please do not judge. thank you.

and the poster.

the next morning grandma and i got up nice and early to head to breakfast before i had to be at the airport.

this is my grandparent's house, where they've lived for over fifty years and where my daddy-o grew up!

and where my dad [and all his siblings] went to high school.

please behold the beautiful crisp and clear california morning i woke up to. i think some would describe it as paradise.

we stopped at hof's hut for some breakfast [i got eggs and a pumpkin muffin. let's not discuss how pumpkin anything is a sever weakness of mine].

then grandma dropped me off at the airport where i made it perfectly in time for my flight.

and i kind of felt like fergie walking out to the plane. minus the glamour.

landed in salt lake. time: 1045.

yup. less than twenty four hours.