It’s been a long time since anyone accused me of being cool. Yesterday, however, that door slammed shut completely: I'm now officially uncool forever.
Last night, the Eagles played at Busch Stadium. I attended the concert. I even made sure to get there in time for the opening act, The Dixie Chicks.
Embarrassing as it is, this is my report.
Before I begin, however, I want to apologize in advance for some digressions I'm going to make along the way. They have to do with my new work-in-progress, Be Rich Like Me! A Memoir, by Evan Schaeffer.
Read on. All with be explained.
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The evening began at a downtown restaurant called the Terrace View. I turned my car keys over to my wife, Andrea, and ordered a couple of vodkas on the rocks, doubles.
It's a pre-concert ritual I don't recommend to anyone who likes to enjoy a concert sober. For me, it works.
I also ate a little food. With that out of the way, we walked with some friends toward the stadium.
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