CSI: NY

Welp, I finally did it! No it's not something to really brag about, it's not nearly as exciting as seeing Paul from the second row and I should probably be more embarrassed by it, but I'm not. I watched all 9 seasons of CSI: NY.  Before you go thinking I'm the laziest person you've ever heard of, understand that it took me a few months to finish all 9 seasons, I didn't just sit down for weeks straight and do nothing else!  First off, let me tell you I have an unhealthy relationship with TV.  Not in the sit-in-front-of-the-tv-eating-and-gain-30-pounds kind of way, mine is very different.  I developed my unhealthy relationship a few years back when I was living mostly by myself.  I was working full-time and doing school full-time at night, so you wouldn't think that coming home and being by myself would be that big of deal.  But it was, for me.  On Saturdays when I would be home alone I would turn on the TV (it didn't matter what show) so that I would feel like other people were around, which slowly turned into leaving the TV on at night while I fell asleep-again so I didn't feel like I was isolated. It has taken me YEARS to break that habit (and Tyler is very happy I did).  Being a housewife, for the time being, I have fallen into having the TV on during the day to keep me company again: while cleaning, working out, cooking, while working on projects. I never simply watch TV, I always have to be doing something in addition; I cannot even tell you the amount of headbands I've made, patterns I've started writing, journal entries I've made etc with the TV for company.  Sometimes I don't care what's on, but I am getting more picky.  Also, I absolutely love cop shows. I've watched so many that they have become predictable, some with redeeming qualities to actually make me like them, some merely entertaining for how bad they are.  CSI: NY is definitely my favorite cop show-pretty much of all time.  When it came out I wasn't really into watching TV all that much, I didn't follow shows regularly and I didn't even really have a clue what was on.  Thanks to the wonder of Netflix however, I now have access to pretty much any show I want to watch.
Let me tell you a couple things about CSI: NY and why it's my favorite show.  First of all, Mac. (Gary Sinise)  The show would absolutely fall apart without him. He's the dry wit, delivers some of the best/worst one-liners, keeps everyone in line and is the driving force behind the whole show.  My next favorite is the couple Danny and Lindsay Messer. They are one of my all-time favorite TV couples.  They work together, have the funniest little moments in the lab, talk to each other in the cutest ways, have some of the best sarcasm ever written.  And of course, Don Flack played by the very handsome Eddie Cahill-whom I've loved ever since his role as Tag, Rachel's very attractive assistant, on FRIENDS.  Let me tell you, he's just as attractive as ever and has a great role.  One major reason I love CSI:NY is because of the stories as well.  Again, they get predictable and a little repetitive after a while, but this show kept things changing all the time.  There were some seriously freaky ones that I then had to watch FRIENDS or Psych or something lighthearted after to get my mind off of it.  After finishing my now beloved show, I tried to watch CSI:MIAMI but I think it's too soon.  Don't get me wrong, I have a love for the Miami version but it is very different from NY.  Someday I'm sure I'll get around to it. I mean, who can resist Horatio and his absolutely terrible/dramatic one-liners?

For Paul

I was so close I could almost touch him!

I am still in shock over the events of last night! My head is seriously reeling with what can only be called the greatest night of my life. I was about to call this post the "best, greatest, most incredible, happiest, most unbelievable night" but decided some people might find that excessive.  If you've spent more than 10 minutes talking to me you understand I have a deep and abiding love (obsession?) for The Beatles, and most especially Paul McCartney. When Tyler and I were dating there were many occasions where I had to clarify that Paul would, at one point or another in our marriage, come first!  Luckily Tyler is a good sport and indulged me a little.  So when it was announced shortly after our wedding that none other than Paul McCartney was coming to town I did a little more than freak out.  While Tyler lives with my undying love for Paul, he's not willing to spend his life's savings on tickets (I would stop at no price to get close to Paul). So for compromise's sake we went with the best seats in the nosebleed section when selecting our seat choice.  While a little disappointed, I knew that as long as I got to be in the same room as Paul I'd be freaking out more than a 25 year old, 5 decades too late should.  I had the night planned: we'd get dinner and get to the venue at least 45 minutes before the concert started so I had plenty of time to fangirl out, get an overpriced t-shirt with Paul's face all over it and get to our seats so I could scope out the area.  I bought Tyler a Beatles shirt to wear before we went so he didn't feel so entirely out of place and the night got a little bit of a later start than I would have liked, but oh my laws did that work out for the best!  We pushed our way through the massive blob that was supposed to be the lines for fan gear, got the shirt I wanted and headed up the stairs to the nosebleeds.  As luck would have it, there happened to be a PR guy (or some other officially titled person) walking up the stairs at the same time.  As we reached the top of the stairs he approached us-Tyler was worried he was trying to sell us stuff-and offered us FLOOR SEATS ON THE SECOND ROW, CENTER SECTION!!! I about kissed the guy I was so excited! I started freaking out, to which he quickly replied "Save it for Paul!" We rushed down the stairs looking for the portal to the Floor Section.  I was shaking from the inside out, my stomach was in knots, my fingers were digging into Tyler's arm as we walked and I couldn't stop squealing like a little girl. There were about 15 of us that had been moved down from the nosebleeds to the front 2 rows and we all became fast friends-screaming, freaking out, one girl was even crying (no, not me-although I was veeery close).  We sat next to some very nice people, exchanged stories about previous Paul concerts and how we came to be sitting in those seats.  Turns out the people next to us spend $1500 A TICKET!  And here I was thinking I was the crazy one.  The husband was a little upset that we didn't spend as much as they did and actually got better seats, but we also didn't get the commemorative beer and backpacks (I do not feel jipped at all) So yes, the second Paul came on stage I screamed just like all those crazy girls in the first wave of Beatlemania.  I sang every song, I danced the entire time, I barely took my eyes off the stage (just to make sure tyler was still there) and had the most fun I've ever had in my life. He played for about 2 1/2 hours, had a fireworks, flames and confetti display in the middle of the show, paid tribute to his (first) wife Linda and his current wife Nancy, sang lots of my favorite songs and looked directly at me at least twice-it could have been more, but then again, he could have been looking at the chick next to me too. Even as we walked out of the venue I was squealing, jumping up and down, and couldn't wipe the foolish grin off my face. I woke up this morning still in disbelief, I've listened to nothing but The Beatles for the last week or so and have no plans to stop that streak. I want to tell everyone about it and show them all the pictures I took!!  I'll display a few here, just to prove to myself I was really there.

Eye contact, see it?!

It was a million degrees, but oh so fun!

Tribute to the late George Harrison

The most hardcore picture of Paul rocking out with flames around him!