I Interrupt My Normal Classy Posts...

Because there are many (okay, perhaps a few) of you who read my blog that don't know me in real life, I try really hard to maintain a certain amount of class and dignity in what I post here.

All that is about to fly out the window.

Because you see...

...tonight...

...this was on my schedule:


I read a lot of blogs written by people who are die-hard, "SHUT UP!!!" David Crowder fans. I am such a fan about David Phelps. HUGE, HUGE fan. I get ridiculous when his songs come on the radio. I know them all by heart - including the parts for the background vocalists. Anyway, so I've been a mess all day long. SO excited.

This is my friend Ronda, who graciously agreed to be my concert buddy. I have warned her for weeks on end that I am RIDICULOUS. She still said she wanted to go, and boy am I glad she did. I don't think anyone else could have put up with me.

Did I mention the seats were SECOND ROW?? And did I mention that the second row was in the raised orchestra pit?? I knew the seats were going to be good. I did not know they were going to be THAT good. We were totally in the spit zone.

We were not allowed to use flash for pictures, so all of mine are blurry, but I don't care. They are scrappable and that is all that matters! :) He did great songs. Not that he has bad ones. But I was super excited!

And the crowning moment.......

I have a rather horrible track record of making a perfect idiot of myself in situations like this, and I have to say on the grand scale of Bekah-meeting-singers, this was one of my better ones. Not a stunningly graceful encounter, but better than some of the stuttering, sweat-filled miserable chats I've had in the past.

And I'm just glad to have something to replace the six year old picture we had taken at the last concert I went to. In those days, I had super short blonde hair.