Brad and I just got back from date night: aka leaving Grandma to the boys while we went and did some kid-free fun. Brad had surprised me with tickets to see Tony Bennett in Atlantic City.
Because it's against Federal Law to live 45 minutes away from A.C. and NOT see Tony Bennett in concert at least once.
To be honest I wasn't particularly excited about it. I was excited about the date and the live show, but jazz isn't necessarily my favorite. I do however appreciate Sinatra style showtunes and Bennett's voice so that was enough for me to go. And like I said, it's the law.
We were the youngest audience members there by no less than 50 years. In fact, the two entrances were overrun with walker and electric scooter parking. Which I WOULD HAVE taken a picture of except I refused to bring a purse in the casino with me and Brad REFUSED to carry my phone in his pocket. Sigh.
Tony Bennett was an awesome show. He juked and jived and danced and twirled all around the stage and belted his songs with his clear smooth voice. We knew he was old, but not how old. Until we got home and looked it up. Tony Bennett is 86 YEARS OLD. 86 YEARS!!! I will be lucky if I can breathe on my own at 86 years old, let alone sing and dance. Oh wait, I already can't.
So now we are members of the elite club of seeing Tony Bennett live in Atlantic City before he dies. If he ever dies.
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| Somewhere inside there is 86 year old Tony Bennett rocking the microphone |
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