Friday morning, Mario rather casually asked "Would you be interested in seeing a Sam Smith concert tonight?" Um, well, let me think. Yes! Yes! Yes!
Though the concert sold out six weeks ago, he set about finding tickets. That guy's determination + resourcefulness + Craigslist genius is something to behold.
After several hours of searching, and dozens of phone calls, texts, and emails later, he got through to someone. It took a sketchy sounding trip to an Asian grocery store in downtown Portland, but in the end he scored a pair of tickets. For the original selling price. I know.
It was an awesome night. The venue is outdoors and although large, it's intimate-feeling with everyone perched on picnic blankets and low lawn chairs.
Guys. It was amazing. I was inspired and touched, and, and, and. No words.
If you get the chance to see a Sam Smith show, don't walk. Run.
Everyone deserves a Mario + Sam Smith in their life.
[Cue requisite grainy iPhone photos that make it look like we were a mile away from the stage instead of the 50 feet we actually were. Also, you can check out his view of us from the stage on Instagram. Good stuff.]
|Two hard ciders. I'm such a rebel.|
|How about that tree behind the stage? I mean, heeellllo.|