After a semi-hiatus from the blog (semi because for 6 months I put up two posts, and they were both the result of a self-imposed family birthday related obligation), I am back.
What brought me back, you ask? Anne would like me to tell you I'm back to blog about the wedding, honeymoon, and subsequent marital bliss that is now my life.
Though entertaining, those subjects will all have to wait. I mean, I like blogging about weddings, but there is something else out there that I love even more (and as that girl from 10 Things I Hate About You let us know, there's a difference between like and love).
Okay, so I'll get to the point.
Tonight, Anne and I attended our first post-wedding concert. Actually, besides the BYU Phil and the Utah Symphony, it was the first concert ever in the history of Anne and Michael.
And yes, there were two outrageously drunk, middle-aged men to the right of us that had the craziest dance moves you can imagine.
And yes, there were two daddy-chaperones (out with their daughters) on our left who had their hands over their ears for most of the show.
And no, sadly, I didn't get any pictures.
But I did live to blog about it, so please, imagine the most outrageous characters you can think of, and know that they were ALL in attendance at tonight's show.
Oh, and if you didn't pick it up from the title, we went to see The Killers at the E Center.
Imagine the glitz, the glamor, and the lights of the old strip in Vegas (their hometown), then imagine taking all that on tour, with a modern man in black at the helm. There were lights, there were fireworks, and there was music. And good music, at that.
Now, I know what you're all wondering. Your asking yourselves, "Why do they call themselves The Killers?" Check out out this Jimmy Kimmel skit below for the answer.
Common sense could've told me that.
So now that I'm back, maybe I'll blog about the wedding.
And maybe I'll blog about the honeymoon.
And maybe I'll blog about my summer.