This week I am going to write about how excited, no wait, giddy, yes that’s right, giddy I was to attend Prince’s, “Welcome to America” concert Wednesday night at the Oracle Arena.
Why do you care if I went and saw his paisley badness live and in concert? You probably don’t. But you do probably have something that makes you feel young and spry, that has the feel of your youth, and Prince’s concert did it for me.
When Prince announced that he was going to hold a series concerts with only three days notice, my inner twenty-year-old shouted, “Yay, I love Prince!”
And then my forty-year-old self took over. “Hold up. Who does Prince think he is? Willy-nilly deciding to have a concert and not giving a girl any notice. If he thinks I’m just going to drop everything and …”
I had to shake my head to cut off the bipolar voices inside. While the 40-year-old me was still worried about spending that much money, ("C'mon, you're 40! Don't you think that ticket price would be better spent elsewhere?") the 20-year-old reminded everyone that this is life and sometimes you have to live it up and just party like it's ... wait for it ... 1999!
At that exact moment I got a text from a friend with an extra ticket to the show on Wednesday night and that shut Mrs. 40 right up!
I swooped up that ticket with such a quickness I think I made "Doves Cry" With my internal argument settled, I turned up, “Little Red Corvette” on my iPod and proceeded to do some serious, living room dance party moves—in the middle of the afternoon.
If you happened to be walking by my house, it probably looked like I was trying to start a broken lawnmower (or having a seizure) but that was just Mama gettin' her grove on!
Now, if you’re not a Prince fan, you can stop here. I'll give a quick review in the comments below but I'm curious if any Alameda Patch readers saw Prince this week and if so, what did you think?
I'd love to read your reviews because people, I had a great time.