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From the UNC Chapel Hill football stadium, where past greats are lauded

Yesterday Pam and I did The Road Trip and went to Chapel Hill, NC to see Keith Urban in concert. We made a whole day out of it, driving into increasingly more beautiful weather until, by the time we hit The Hill, it was 78 DEGREES OUTSIDE. Yes, really. We arrived around 1 p.m. and after getting our bearings, had lunch at Top of the Hill. Delicious, gorgeous, and we each bought a sixer of the IPA to bring home.

We spent the afternoon moseying around Franklin Street, old campus's main drag, being assaulted by light blue paraphernalia and too much winter-white flesh in shorts and sundresses. You'd think they'd been through a nuclear winter with the amount of skin on display desperate for Vitamin D. Try Boston for a while ye cretins.

After depositing BD at a designated concert parking lot around 5 pm we made our way back to town and grabbed dinner and more beers at W.B. Yeats irish pub. I could tell I was out of the college mode when I was more taken with the hip professors having a beer with spouses than I was with the charmingly pink-cheeked and unwashed band doing a sound check for that night's "show."

*Slightly* tipsy and all kindsa high on life (including a woozy call to Kristin to get help remembering the name of the Government department building at W&M) we finally walked to the main event, the concert. Keith put on one hell of a show, singing from his full catalog but drawing strongly on his latest album, Be Here. He also paid homage to influences like the Beatles and Billy Joel. There was a cool moment where he rode a pulley out to a mini-stage closer to the cheap (read: our) seats, and he did the requisite singing-while-sitting-on-a-stool-amidst-oriental-rugs-deep-feelings thing. The throwing in of "UNC" "Chapel Hill" and "North Carolina" to songs got a little trite after a while, but all in all a very solid show, and worth the trip.

I can say that now that I'm home...but last night, after getting on the road at 11:45 pm post-concert for the trek home, and not rolling up to my door until 4:45 am (a cool 600 miles total for the day--BD is the MACK) I had a few moments of "this was less-than-bright" self-analysis. But seeing a cop bust a guy on 95 for going 95? I ate up erry minute of it.

posted by ADD @ 20:11