Ceri's birthday gift to me last April was tonight's Bruce Springsteen show. This is the third time I've seen this band play and without a doubt it is the most raucus test of audience
endurance I've experienced from them. It's fun; I dance; I fist pump; I sing; and I am exhausted when it's all over.
After the show we walk down and get some gelato, which we eat while walking home slow, re-adjusting to the non-Boss energy, and it takes a long time to wind down after. I finally fall into bed, dead to the world, but otherwise happy.