The Elton John concert rocked. Even with food poisoning (he took a couple of breaks), he played over 2 and a half hours. (I wish Muse would do the same.) I knew all the songs, since I've been hearing them since before I was born. Funeral for a Friend is chilling live. I've inherited my mother's dislike of the super-extended Rocket Man, though.

And then EJ called the artists who boycott Arizona f%$#wits and won the crowd. My mom took a sign with the Argentinian flag on it that read 'Argentina <3 You' and they all pointed at it and blew kisses at her and stuff, so she was over the moon. She even got a guitar pick. The only low point was the venue. Tucson's Convention Center is like my high school gym, only twice as big. The security guards were worse than the Phoenix ones (They wouldn't even let my mom and the other crazy fans take pictures in front of the stage...before the show started. WTF? It's not like it'll hurt the piano!), and there is not a single place around the TCC where you can buy a bottle of water at 11:30.

We had a blast, though. What sucked was driving to Tucson, finding out the show was postponed, sleeping horribly on hotel beds, driving home, going to work for 4 hours, driving back to Tucson, going to the show, sleeping less than five hours, driving home, and then working a full day. By 6 on Friday I gave up and went home.