Pink Floyd Experience
The long-awaited night finally arrived. Cousin Jan showed up first and relaxed with a couple of cold ones. I relaxed too but my tool of relaxation was slightly different. Somehow, considering it was a Pink Floyd night, I felt my form of relaxation was also much more appropriate! Not long after Cousin Jan arrived, the ladies appeared. Sister Dianne brought her lovely girls Nicole & Danielle. As usual, Dianne also brought a bevy of delicious goodies for yours truly. I’ll be eating well for the next week or so.
Eventually Dianne & Danielle left. Cousin Jan loaded us up in the van and we headed off to Hamilton Place where we met Brother Joseph. Nicole had a treat in store for her. She fell in love with the Pink Floyd poster I have hanging in my apartment. Well, I bought one and had it mounted for her. Brought it along to the concert. Earlier I had e-mailed the guys in the band and told them about Nicole. When I asked, they said they would be happy to autograph it for her. So, during intermission, Joe took Nicole up to the stage and one of the stagehands took it out back where the boys did their thing. To say the least, Nicole was impressed!
Now, the concert. Joe, Jan and myself all said the same thing: good, but to hard-core Pink Floyd boys like us, not quite Floyd. The band is made up of some very good artists but they all seemed to take a little too much artistic liberty with the music. Still, we did enjoy ourselves. And the look on Nicole’s face more than made up for things! The concert itself was long-almost 3 hours with the intermission. Cousin Jan & I drove Nicole home as soon as the show was over. After all, it was a school night. A night to remember!
Took a few pictures from my apartment. Check them out!
Glad you had a good time Tony. Great looking family, yes you too Jan. But Tony, enough already about how you relax with your tool.
Comment by charles — February 28, 2008 @ 2:11 pm
Dickhead, I’ll have you know my tool has been government approved. I just hope it works in Mexico!
Comment by pinkquack — February 28, 2008 @ 2:17 pm
“The lunatic is in my head”
Comment by Cousin Jan — February 28, 2008 @ 5:51 pm
I beg to differ Cousin Jan. The lunatic is your cousin.
Comment by Charles — February 29, 2008 @ 4:17 am
Pretty tough words coming from someone who was mistaken for a pink flying pig!
Comment by pinkquack — March 1, 2008 @ 12:32 am