A week ago I took a train back from 4 days in NYC to New Haven and drove the two hours home to unpack and get back to work. 3 days later I packed up, drove back to New Haven, got on the same train to Grand Central Station where I spent roughly 5 hours in the city and then back to the train, back to New Haven, back to my friend’s house in the middle of the night (trying not to wake them, their baby, or their dogs) so after 6 hours of sleep I could drive two hours home and go to work for the entire day.
What in the world would make me do that you may ask? For one night only select movie theaters were showing The Killers new live concert DVD Live From Royal Albert Hall and I, being on my 9th or so week of Brandon Flowers Obsessing had to be there! Now I wouldn’t have done this alone, and had a few false starts where I thought I was going but then was resigned to not. But it turns out my girl Jill can’t “do math” as she says, and had the days wrong.
So out came the wallet (I’m at that dangerous part of obsessing when “money is no object” while, of course it is, yet that doesn’t seem to stop me) and the train schedules and the calculation of how much sleep I would not get in that two day period and off I went:
- Two hours to New Haven by car. Two hours on the train. Two subways to the theater. Then reverse it in the middle of the night
- Gas money + parking garage + train ticket + metrocard + dinner in the city + movie ticket + Jr. Mints + overage on my texting bill from spending train ride home texting Killers friends = not even gonna go there
Was it worth it? Hell YEAH! First off, anything involving Jill is hella fun. Second of all you cannot beat seeing a concert on a big screen – unless you see the concert live. A 50 ft. tall sweaty Brandon Flowers in close-up? Hello?! The concert itself is amazing and fun and high-energy and shot beautifully and the set-list is phenomenal. If you’re a fan it is perfection, if not – it will make you one.
Our audience was also pretty entertaining – dressed in feather boas and sequins and Killers swag (okay that last one may have been us!) We clapped, hollered, sang along and generally behaved as one should at a concert movie. Apparently we were lucky in this, other folks had theaters with bad sound and lame audiences that sat still and silent for the whole thing (probably the same nimrods getting beer during U2 concerts):
Needless to say by Friday night I was in my PJ’s by 8PM and slept like the dead until about 10 the next morning.