A date night for the ages!
My boo and I hit up the Journey concert last week in true John-and-Jessi-style—clad in our best 80’s attire to pay tribute. I may have had a little too much fun getting ready for this concert. As in: I acid washed my own jeans and am definitely in love with them. And yes, I felt like a major hottie. And so did John. And he was.
The concert was ill. The illest, really. Steve Miller Band opened and of course when they played “Fly Like an Eagle” it reminded me of Space Jam. I told that to John and his eyes got all desiring and he said, “Me too! Oh, I love you, Jessica.” At which point we made out for a minute because we realized again how perfect we are for each other.
I must say that the new lead singer is pretty awesome. I mean, Steve Perry will always be Steve Perry. But as far as face-melting vocals go, Arnel Pineda can hold his own! And I am an expert that would know. A Journey expert, that is.
People were drunk and smoking weed and provided amazingly entertaining people watching. Some of which made us uncomfortable and want to take a shower, but to each their own. My favorite encounter was when a middle aged Mexican gentleman jumped in John’s face and yelled, “YOU STOLEH MEH BLANKET! AY AY AY AY AY!!”
I hate the word epic because it is grossly overused, but I can’t help myself: The night was epic. Epic indeed.
You know you’ve got a true man when he is comfortable wearing his wife’s pants in public. Not to mention they totally look better on him than they do on me.