I sang every word of "Separate Ways."
Every word of "Open Arms."
Every word of "Don't Stop Believing."
Every word of "Faithfully.
I made my presence known when Arnel Pineda—in a rousing one-word call to his people—yelled, "PINOYS!"
I, along with thousands of other complete dorks, held up my cellphone/lighter during "Lights."
And whether or not it makes sense, I am still giddy. Here I am on the lawn with two of my oldest pals/most favorite gals:
I would like to apologize to the Spousal Unit. He knows most everything about me, but I don't think he was prepared for my vast and astonishingly accurate knowledge of Journey lyrics. Nor did he know that I was capable of singing at such volume. Here is our self(s) portrait, taken on my flashless iPhone, right after the Wilson sisters (Oh Nancy how I adore you! How jealous I am of your jeans! And the way you appear to rock in slow motion! And the way you work the wind machine!) ALMOST stole the show:
Sadness that I didn't see Barbara Jane or Oscar, and that I only caught a fleeting glimpse of Sunny as we traveled opposite sides of a packed staircase. There's always next time...