Last night I had Mylo Xyloto running through my blood. As I stood there with tears running down my face, I belted out every single word to Yellow (the song Carl and I walked down the aisle to on our wedding day) Clocks (my favorite song in the entire world) and The Scientist (mine and Toni's special best bud song). The happiness I felt was intoxicating and I could barely contain the butterflies in my tummy. For an entire 5 hours I got lost in the music, forgetting about deadlines, QTS standards, bills, diets and big moves across the Atlantic. For 5 hours I was the happiest girl in the world, bouncing around to the beat of the best songs in the world. Yesterday, ladies and gentlemen, I witness the most AMAZING gig I've EVER been to. It was one of the best nights of my life (even topping my last Coldplay gig - the Viva La Vida tour, which Carl took me to as a surprise 21st Birthday present years ago). For as long as I live I'll never forget last night. When I'm 80 years old I'll still remember the glowing neon wrist bands twinkling to the beat. The bright pink, green and yellow confetti dancing in the night air. I'll remember the smiles on mine and Toni's faces as we swayed our arms singing at the top of our lungs. I'll never forget the atmosphere. I'll never forget that overwhelming sense of joy. I'll never forget the night I had Mylo Xyloto running through my blood.
Yesterday, in all of the excitement I completely forget to purchase new batteries for my fancy-pants camera. In fact, batteries of all forms were epic failures last night. The unreliable little buggers let me down big time. By the time Coldplay were onto their 2nd song, both my camera AND phone were dead. As in, no chance of resuscitation dead. It was shitty. Really shitty. But rather than crying over spilt milk, I dropped my camera and phone into my purse, zipped them out of sight and danced away the worry of epically failing to document my 2nd beloved Coldplay experience. After all, what could I do? Plunked in the middle of 60,000 people, I somehow knew quickly nipping out to the shop for batteries was out of the question. So, with my hands and mind free, I proceeded to dance around like a mad woman, admire my shiny pink Xyloband and make friends with my concert neighbors (who also had no problem singing at the top of their lungs or producing corny lyrical hand gestures). Life handed me lemons and I made me some damn good lemonade. So, here are my lemons - the very few pictures I managed to scrounge up before I was ravaged by the 'Empty Battery' screen. I hope you enjoy.
|Toni and I got the coach from Liverpool to Manchester. These are a couple of the beautiful brick buildings we saw on our way through the city.|
|and the canal|
|But within no time loads of other concert goers followed the same sign and the pub was buzzing with Coldplay heads.|
|This is Etihad Stadium (where the concert took place and home of Manchester City Football Club). This picture doesn't do the size of this place justice. It's MAHOOSIVE!|
|These massive signs were at the front of the stage and the first thing you saw when you walked in. Every single person at the concert was given a LED "Xyloband" (glow in the dark wristband). These were mine and Toni's!|
|(I took this picture just for you, Mom! I sported my fancy rain boots you bought me ALL DAY yesterday!)|
|It's customary for Toni and I to make stupid faces at least once throughout the night. Haha|
|A sea of people!|
|Spending the night in a stadium full of 60,000 other Coldplay fans was amazing!|
|This was just as the concert had started and our wrist bands lit up for the first time. It made me cry haha (Lame? Probably. Do I care if you think I'm a dork? No)|
|Chris Martin (the 2nd love of my life) in a sea of confetti!|
|Hurts Like Heaven|
|And finally we read the last picture before my camera died. Fireworks lighting up the Manchester sky :)|
And with the help of YouTube, I'm attempting to make up for epically failing to document my night. So, I've scoured the internet until I found a fantastic video from another concert goer at the same stadium as the one Toni and I attended. And, as they were clearly more organized than I was and remembered to stock up on the batteries, they managed to capture the true beauty of last nights concert. Through this video you can see the true impact of the thousands of wonderful Xylobands, the glorious fireworks and the beautiful Chris Martin running from stage to stage. Obviously it's nothing like actually being there, but watching this video again brought back the butterflies and reminded me how unbelievably lucky I am to have a husband who loves me enough to surprise me with my beloved Coldplay. What more could a girl ask for?
So as I love and leave you, I ask you to sing along and enjoy this video from my Coldplay gig. On Sunday night, as I stood next to one of my best friends and sang my heart out, I realized that never in my life had the lyrics of Every Teardrop is a Waterfall been more poignant. It's funny but it's not ironic and it isn't a metaphor. It was proof that I was exactly where I needed to be doing exactly what I should have. Smiling. Singing. Dancing. Laughing. I was living my life to the fullest.
And all the kids they dance, all the kids all night
Until Monday morning feels another life
I turn the music up, I'm on a roll this time
And heaven is in sight
Thanks for reading, guys.
All my love, love, love,