It's my liiiiiiiiiiiiiife!!

That's right, I'm singing Bon Jovi. I'm singing Bon Jovi because I was lucky enough to be given four VIP tickets to the concert in Central Park on Saturday night. If you don't live in NY you might not have heard (or you might have) they gave a free concert in the park in celebration of the All Star Game being played at Yankee Stadium this week. If you've been following along on the blog you've figured out by now how I got the tickets.

I brought with me three of my favorite Bon Jovi fans; Jackie, Lindsey and Mary. Because the tickets were VIP we were able to stroll right in to a separate area in front of the stage and park ourselves with a great view. We only arrived 2 hours before the show, which was nothing compared to the 45,000 people sitting behind us. They played for a full 2 hours, and it was amazing. We alternated between drooling and screaming for the entire time... sometimes both. We couldn't help it, Jon's just hot. It was a perfect show. They played exactly what you wanted to hear. Check out this video to hear the crowd singing for him!

There's really only one word to describe the evening: EPIC. There are certain events that only happen once. Just a handful of bands have played the Great Lawn. It doesn't happen every year, and only the greatest have the honor. There are other great bands, big parks and free concerts in the world, but none will ever again be Bon Jovi in Central Park. And I was there. I was there singing and screaming with some of my favorite girls. And we could even see the stage. It's something amazing when you understand the significance of a night while it's actually happening. I expect we'll talk about "that night we saw Bon Jovi in the park" until we are quite old. It was one of those nights that only happens in New York City with your New York family.

To top the weekend off, I headed out Sunday afternoon to Riverside Park to see a free performance of Much Ado About Nothing (my favorite Shakespeare play) with Jenna and Mary. It was a beautiful park venue with maybe 50 people in attendance, just sitting around a rotunda watching the players. Perfect company, perfect weather, perfect performance. So New York.

I'm starting to understand why people put up with the smell and the anger and the expense of living here. I wouldn't trade this weekend for anything, and I've never been happier.