My sister and brother-in-law gave my husband, Jim, and me a gift card for Majestic Grille and tickets to see Eric Clapton at the FedEx Forum. This was a fabulous gift — I consider Clapton to be second only to Simon and Garfunkel. And that’s saying a lot. So the anticipation started on December 25. And by Monday of last week, I was counting down the hours and my Facebook friends were likely pretty sick of it.
I don’t usually post about this sort of thing, but this is different. And, AT&T was a big ball of FAIL at the FedEx Forum last night, so there were few tweets that made it through. My husband, Jim’s, new Droid connected perfectly. I love my iPhone, but AT&T … notsomuch.
Our dinner at The Majestic Grille was amazing. We enjoyed a luscious petit sirah, flatbread appetizer and my entree was pan-seared grouper topped with Cajun crawfish — delicious. We chatted over dinner about how much we love what downtown Memphis has become; the energy, the variety of places to go within walking distance and how much we’d love to live in one of those cool lofts.
After dinner we walked over to the Forum and took our seats. Roger Daltrey was the opening act. He was very good, but we decided it would be nice to have a glass of wine for the show, so I set out to get it for us. Just try to find wine at the FedEx Forum. I think it’s a beer conspiracy. I had to walk nearly halfway around the place and the line was ridiculously long. So I missed nearly all of Daltrey.
While waiting, I realized that they were probably going to require an ID and I had jumped out of my seat with only some cash in my pocket. At 51, it never occurs to me that I’ll be asked for my ID to buy wine. Fortunately, a nice guy behind me in line offered to buy mine as well. The cashier gave him a suspicious look and he put his arm around me and said we had been married for 20 years. Then he ordered the wrong wine.
Clapton was amazing. I knew he would be. It was my second time to see him in concert. He played all the songs we wanted to hear, Wonderful Tonight, I Shot the Sheriff, Old Love, Running on Faith, and the highlight of a phenomenal unplugged set, Layla. No schmoozing the audience, no chatter. He just played. Flawlessly.
The audience was largely middle-agers like me (am I still middle-aged?). As we were leaving, we were next to a group of college-aged guys, who had enjoyed the show (and, apparently, the beer). I told them that they should appreciate the veterans, that there was no one in their generation who could play like that; no one whose music and talent would endure across decades. Imagine comparing Clapton to … Lady Gaga? One of the guys looked at me and said, “Well, no one yet.” Yeah. OK.
Every moment was pure bliss. See, I could never have said all of that in 140* characters.
*For my non-Twitter-savvy readers, 140 characters is the imposed length of a Twitter update, or tweet.