Sunday, June 22, 2014

Cool Concert

I was invited by these lovely ladies to the Andy Grammer concert!  Oh My Gosh!  (Say that in an incredibly excited teen-age I'm freaking out voice!)  The Higgins girls, Savannah and Sophia are just really the biggest fans of Andy Grammer and they were going to meet him behind the scenes and then enjoy his concert.  They had an extra ticket and I was honored to be invited to go with them and their Mother, Traci.  To be honest, I had never even heard of the dude but when I heard his music during the concert I recognized a few of his songs from the radio.  He really was good and quite enjoyable.  We had a great time.....Traci and I found some of the only seats in the entire little venue and sat and talked during the first two singers who performed before Andy.  There was some serious people watching going on.  I hate to say this but Traci and I were some of the oldest people there.  Oh well....we are young at heart!

 We snapped these pictures while we were waiting on the back staircase to get into the "Meet and Greet".  While we were melting on the hot, sweltering stairs I moved out of the way for a young man coming up the stairs with a sack of food in his hands.  The girls seriously freaked out as he moved by because it was the one and only, Andy Grammer!  I didn't even know who it was.
Andy sang a song from his new album coming out in August to just this small room of people that we were in.  It really was kind of cool to be a part of a personal little concert and to talk to him face to face.  We got his autograph too.  He called me, "Love" when he signed my little poster.  Woohoo!   Well, I am a now officially a fan of Andy Grammer and "That's fine by me!"  (That's one of his songs in case you didn't know!)
Sophia and Savannah created these amazing, personalized gifts for Andy.  Savannah decorated guitar picks and Sophia designed a personalized drink sleeve that was around a bottle of Coke.  While we were sitting on a couch waiting for the concert to start the girls starting screaming.  They were checking their instagram and noticed that Andy had posted a picture of the guitar picks on his own instagram.  Eeeeeeeeek!  What a moment and I got to to be a part of it.  

The concert was in downtown Atlanta. We parked in some parking plaza...when we parked there we read the sign on the wall that said that the lot closes at 10:00. Well, we thought that meant it would close to people coming in. I can remember all of four of us having a conversation about what the sign meant and all of us being so sure that we could park there and everything was hunky dory.   We were SO wrong!  When we walked up to the lot in the wee hours of the night after our wonderful concert experience it was all gated up! There was no way to get to the car. We could see the cute little fire engine red car but couldn't get to it. We kind of got all freaked out standing there in the steamy, humid locked parking lot in downtown Atlanta at 11:00 at night and we just didn't know what to do. We talked about getting a taxi or I thought we could call Stephen and he could come get us. Then all of a sudden out of no where appeared a very tall, large uniformed black man in a navy blue suit and shiny black shoes. He asked us if we needed help. Yep, we did! He asked us if our car was in the lot. Yep, it was!  He was the security dude for the office building above the parking lot.  He said the lot was closed.  Um, yeah, we figured that out!  He told us to follow him and he would get us in the lot.  Phew!  Relief!  We sauntered into the beautiful air conditioned law building and wound through hallways, through doors and on elevators. It's a good thing Mr. Security lead the way because I would have seriously gotten lost. We ended up right where Traci's little red car was parked. Phew! What a relief. He didn't even make us pay the parking fee. He just said to go. He opened the large silver, metal gate and we quickly zipped off but not without Traci handing our new friend a hefty tip. Man, we lucked out of that mess!

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