The Bitch is Back

So after a long (with quite an emphasis on long) absence, I have decided to put life to paper, or screen in this case and add another entry to our blog of adventures. Perhaps my absence is due to the fact that I have had two very successful and with that busy quarters at SCAD in which I found little time to twiddle my thumbs and therefore write down my travels. Let us pay no attention to the two months of time off given for winter break. While it is nearly impossible for me to remember everything that has happened, I will sum it up as a great 6 months of Savannah living. We have settled into our house and Savannah in general. While we have had hard times, they were often followed by many good times as well. It is too far behind me now to remember any specific moments (although chili night at Blaine and Ginger's comes to mind) I must say this last week has been a wonderful and eventful Spring Break.
As the quarter came to a close we were met in Savannah by Chelsea's parents for travelings around the low country with many eventful days and nights. March is considered "Birthday Month" for the Parks family as all of their births are within about a week of each other. On March 12th, they arrived at Savannah's airport (our first time being out there and were quite surprised at how nice it looked). On another note, The parking garage used sensors above each parking spot so the garage could actually tell you where an available spot could be found. I am easily entertained. This date would be a day before Chelsea's birthday and two days before her dad's. It was also the day that Elton John decided he would perform for one night only in Savannah, GA. As a surprise, we just happened to secure four tickets to said concert for the fan-boy and father of Chelsea, Mr. Clyde Parks. It was already going to be a good night as Chelsea and I were probably more excited to spring this perfectly planned gift on the unsuspecting victim. Our plan was to pick them up, find a restaurant and slyly put a specially designed note inside a card to show him what we were doing that night.
After picking them up from the airport we headed downtown to find a parking spot and get our grub. But what we soon discovered is that most of the restaurants were either busy or closed and actually ended up eating at the sub shop Lenny's downtown for a quick bite. Inside, the none-the-wiser Clyde order a Philly Cheese steak that the 'chef' was prepared to make especially to Clyde's instructions. Now while we were scarfing down our subs (quickly, not to miss the concert) the chef was carefully preparing the best cheese steak in Savannah. We felt it was time to show him the prize. Chelsea slid the card across the table. He carefully opened the card and read it front and back, actually skipping over the small note that said of the concert. He then noticed it, but without his glasses on, had no idea what to make of it. Chelsea then slid over the concert tickets. Clyde unfolded the paper and carefully read it. His eyes began to grow as big as quarters and we knew that he figured out the plan. From that point on, a grin from ear-to-ear never left his face. our plan was a success.
We rushed over to the arena as the show was to begin. As we reached the steps we found an unruly crowd of concert-goers all trying to get to their Elton viewing stations. And just as the first notes of that piano began to play, we were sitting comfortably only about twenty seats from the stage and seeing a rock legend in the flesh. Now I can't say that I am the greatest of Elton's fans and nor can I say I know all or most of his songs, but there is something about seeing a man that you know is a legend. I imagine it is a lot like seeing greatness like the Beatles or Elvis - people that are timeless. Actually, Elton could sum it up in his own lyrics - the candle faded long ago, but the legend never will. Like the greats before him, Elton has achieved that status and will remain. And there I was, sitting, watching, listening. I can say it gives you goosebumps.
The man of rock legend played for nearly three hours. Only resting to thank his adoring fans and taking a sip of water. His fingers dashing back and forth over the ivory keys in a speed I could never fathom. Jumbo screens would focus in on his piano and with that I was mesmerized by the sheer ability he had to control the notes that emitted from the beast. Like stated before, three hours I was completely enthralled with the stage presence this small British man presented. Looking over at Clyde, I could see that he too was in the same enthrallment. That same ear-to-ear grin expressed on his face. With ears ringing and faces smiling we left March the 12th and marked it down as a great night. A night I saw a legend.