The Single Senior Crosses Something Off Her Bucket List
I haven’t written a bucket list, the things I want to do before I die. I just know some things that would be on one. I want to jump on a trampoline and dunk like the Suns mascot, the Gorilla. I haven’t worked on that one yet.
I went to a Paul McCartney concert on Sunday night. Seeing an original Beatle was definitely on my bucket list. The last time Paul McCartney was in Phoenix I didn’t go because the tickets were $250. I was sorry I hadn’t gone. When I saw that he was coming again, I decided I was going to sit close enough so I didn’t have to watch the giant monitors to see him. One morning I saw in the newspaper that American Express cardholders could get pre-sale tickets. My internet was acting up so I went across the way to Donna’s to try for tickets. I managed to get 2 tickets at $250 each. I realized I didn’t get the “best” seats because very special American Express card was needed for that access. I’m sure the price of tickets was beyond my splurge.
I didn’t even consider asking one of my friends to accompany me. None of them would want to see him that badly. I texted Mr. Liberal Democrat and he accepted! Then it hit me, would he think I was treating him? We talked later in the day and he thanked me for getting the tickets.
“I planned on each of us paying for our own tickets,” I ventured.
“Whew!” he said, “I was worried I was paying for both tickets.”
I got more excited as the concert date neared. I bought a sixties shirt with beads to wear to be in the right frame of mind. We decided to go out to the arena early as a traffic jam was forecast. The stadium next door to the arena was hosting the superbowl of wrestling the same day.
We went to a sports restaurant to watch the Suns game (they won but had to rally after they blew a twenty-two point lead) and eat.
The concert exceeded my expectations. Paul paid tribute to Linda, John, and George. Even in the cavernous arena it was a personal concert. He sang what he wanted. He sang the old songs as well as the midyears songs and the newer ones. He sang and sang and sang for almost three hours. He still soooo cute. He looks good but not like he’s had any plastic surgery. I liked that. He’s a great example of someone who remembers the past while grabbing the gusto of the present.