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Friday, August 7, 2009

Hey, Jude

Yes, folks, last night I had a ticket to ride. I fulfilled a lifetime goal of mine (and my mother's) by seeing Paul McCartney in concert at none other than Fenway Park, the greatest place on Earth. Before entering the park my mom stopped me and told me with dead seriousness that tonight would be the most important night of my life. Second only after being born. Even my wedding day, she said, would not be as important.

I must admit, my mom was right. I don't think anything in my life will ever compare to hearing/seeing Sir Paul McCartney sing "Let It Be" live. I was choking back tears! I firmly believe the world is a better place because of that song. I was in awe. I was in heaven. "Hey Jude" was almost as good as "Let it Be." A few years ago my mom saw McCartney at Madison Square Garden. She called me during "Hey Jude." It was the best phone call I ever received. I made sure to pass this on and called a special someone who I knew would appreciate it as much as I did. (You know who you are.) Ever since that phone call from my mom, all I've wanted to do is sing along with Paul to the "na, na, na, na, na, na, naaaaa's." This is mostly because when my mom called me all those years ago, I could hardly hear Paul McCartney over her screaming. This time I could hear him loud and clear. (Hopefully the person I called heard more of Paul than myself. I can't imagine by na, na, na's being very in tune considering how loudly I was screaming them.)

My mom's best friend, Nancy, accompanied us. They have been friends since they were 3-years-old. They grew up next door to each other. Their entire relationship...of 50 years!...has revolved around their love for Paul McCartney and The Beatles. When he ran on stage last night and started singing "Drive My Car" (beep beep, beep beep, yeeeeeah!) the two of them flew out of their seats and proceeded to jump up and down, waving their arms in the air, screaming on the TOPS of their lungs (as if he could hear us...we were so far away he was the size of an ant), dancing and smiling wider than I've ever seen anyone smile. It's like they were 8-years-old again, hearing Paul sing for the first time. By the end of the night, I looked just like them. My arms hurt from clapping so hard and my voice was gone.

Their reaction alone was worth going for. I've never seen my mom so happy. I'm 100% sure that she loves Paul McCartney more than me, my father and her father. They looked super adorable, too, because I made them t-shirts on customink.com that said "Lovin' Paul Since '64" with a picture of a young Paul McCartney's head in the middle (see pic). SO many people came up to them asking where they got their shirts. I should have ordered more and sold 'em! I woulda been rich!

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