Diamonds on the souls of my shoes

I wiggled my ass yesterday with 4,000 people around me.

We saw Paul Simon at Summerfest last night. I always look forward to concerts, but have this horrible feeling of dread at the same time. I am afraid of disappointment. I've been to enough concerts by enough big names and have been thoroughly let down by the shows. I walk out feeling like I'd have been better off listing to their latest $14.99 CD for a couple hours rather than spending upwards of $75 for a decent seat.

But this concert was no where near a disappointment. He sounded marvelous. His band was unbelievable. He played for 2 hours nonstop. And every song was dead on.

I love going to concerts and hearing a well known song played. And last night it was like standing in the presence of a god. He strummed through Mrs. Robinson and jammed through Me & Julio, and I felt like I had this privilege to hear it live.

I know, I'm gushing. But this guy is a freakin' legend and it was worth the $60 ticket. Yes, ONLY $60 and that included admission to the festival.

So, yes, I did shake my ass and didn't care who saw it. Watching people parade back and forth in entirely size and age inappropriate clothing made me realize that I ain't too shabby myself. I think I'd confidently put myself smack dab in the middle of normal.

And this morning not a bone in my body hurts from the miles of walking and hours of standing. Summer of '06 is gonna ROCK!