By no means was I supposed to be at this show. Three days before, I sold my ticket. The day before, I got absurdly sick. The morning after, I was supposed to take a midterm. No matter how badly I wanted to see George, this made no logistical sense to go to.
A few hours before George was supposed to take the stage I was asleep, trying to recover enough to be a functioning person. At that point, I had pretty much accepted that I wasn’t going. Then I woke up from my nap to an email from George himself saying I was confirmed for press. There are very few emails that could have gotten me out of bed that afternoon. That was apparently one of them. I still felt terrible, and my physics midterm was still very much happening, but I was now being personally informed by the person I wanted to see that I could come see him and I was going to have a hard time talking myself out of that.
George is one of the best performers I’ve ever seen. He wants to have a good time, and he wants everyone in the room to have a good time with him. You can feel how much he enjoys being up there, and that makes it very easy to get just as excited about being there yourself. He’s incredible at making a crowd feel involved, and I could’ve watched him for hours.
I saw him at Just Like Heaven earlier this year, but this venue was such a better fit for him. His connection with the crowd felt so much more intimate here. As much as I wanted to see him again going into this, I don’t think I realized how much the setting would change the experience. I’m very glad this ended up being the show I somehow made it to. Even if I was still sick and still had a midterm, I would 100% do it again.
