I went to Pearl Jam on Saturday night. My roommate and I didn’t know where we would be sitting, as he procured the tickets through Ten Club (the Pearl Jam ran club), and they have a front row seat lottery for every concert.
And we wound up getting the best seats in the house: front row. Dead center. So close, I can now speak to the blueness of Eddie Vedder’s eyes.
They are very blue.
The concert was amazing. A once-in-a-lifetime experience. Amazing.
Eddie Vedder threw me his guitar pick. We both drank from his wine. Aarron, my roomie, helped steady him as he stood and sang Even Flow on the barricade by holding his hand. Lots of his sweat landed on me. He was wearing faded, extra comfortable cords.
Amazing. What a wonderfulful way to spend a Saturday night.
Earrings: Ten thousand Villages; Velvet jacket: Gregory (1996); Lace top: Le Lis Blanc; Robot watch necklace: F21; Jeans: Ortiga; Heels: Wish shoes.
The crowd, cheering at the concert: