We went to see Sting last night. He was playing with that delightful she-male from the Eurythmics, Annie Lennox, and also guitarist Dominic Miller. If you’re ever in the Sacramento area and someone says “let’s go see a show at the sleep train amphitheatre,” please kill them. In the face. To get there, you must travel through nine towns sets for Deliverance II, bumper-to-bumper, all the while fending off the locals.

It was worth it though. I love Sting in an almost pathetic way. If I were to take up stalking I’d stalk Sting. Not at first, though. I’d have to work up to him. Consider the following conversation that took place betwixt Heidi and me this week. Since pregnancy has turned her body temperature to that of a space shuttle on re-entry, I haven’t been as snuggly lately- which lead to a dream where I left her. Here we were talking about it.

Heidi: That dream sucked. You said I was boring and left me.
Ed: Bunny bear, you never have to worry about that.
Heidi: I know.
Ed: I’d leave you for Jason long before I’d ever leave you for a girl.
Heidi: Pffft! That’s a relief.
Heidi: What about Sting?
Ed: Hmmm… Come on, honey. Don’t make me choose between you. That’s not fair.

Don’t look at me that way. The man just oozes cool. I bet when he spits a loogies they turn into toys for orphans when they hit the ground. Yeah. That cool.

He did a great set. I got to hear “Fragile”, “A Thousand Years” and “Englishman in New York” live, so now that meteor can hit me.

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