I love the Beatles. Heck I love Elvis.
I've seen those old t.v. shows where the teeny bopper girls swoon over & screech & cry & scream & pull their hair & faint over their rockstar of choice.
Well I did that.
Kinda.
Maybe not as dramatic as you see on the tele.
But I cried. Yup, tears. Streaming down my face as I sang along.
I'm sure I bruised hubby's arms from grabbing & squeezing so much.
But it wasn't the Beatles or Elvis (duh)...
It was Morrissey. GLorious. Lovely. Harmonious. Morrissey.
In all of his glitter sweater glory. Brought tears to my eyes.
One of my all time favorite concerts.
Thank you SuperMex for making it happen & checking it off my bucket list.
