Biggest concert we've ever been too. We forgot our camera. Took a few shots with Aaron's phone, but nothing great. Saw Michael W. Smith outside the doors. Chit-chatted for a few minutes.
Crazy man, Paul, sitting to my left throughout the entire concert, drinking, smoking pot, offering to us, passing it all around, dancing all around, bumping us, singing very loudly, telling us his life story. Our new best friend...
Sitting in the parking lot of the Georgia Dome for over an hour waiting to leave, grid-locked traffic. Finally creeping to the interstate to drive 4 hours home at 12:00 midnight already. Getting to the interstate and the van not driving more than 50 miles an hour, transmission slipping. Stopped at a gas station, filled up with transmission fluid, said a prayer, and drove home. Me saying, "well, at least it's not raining. It was suppose to pour tonight".
30 minutes later: rain, pouring down, monsoon, water all over the interstate, driving 30 miles an hour.
Pull into the driveway at 4:07 am. Sleep for 3 hours.
Good times. Good memories. Best concert I've ever been too!
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