This time last year, I used my band to keep my eating in check when we went to all the buffets. This year, my band is so tight I couldn't eat at all. Good thing there were lots of liquid calories around... for now, I'm just skipping that and the possible implications, because I've got bigger worries.
But, happy news... I was able to make it up to my husband about meeting his favorite band without him last year. We were checking in at our hotel yesterday (we stay where we know the performers are staying)... and off of the elevator walks the lead singer with his wife. I turned my husband towards them and said, "look... there's Geoff Tate and his wife... I know because I've met him before...".
Mr. W was too embarrassed to go up and talk with them. I was able to talk with the wife a little bit at the concert, though. I'd had a few cocktails by that time, and didn't care if Mr. W thought I was being forward or whatever. I still don't know her name, that's pretty rude of me, however I've decided to just call her "Susan", because it seemed to fit. The whole concert experience was very cool (for me, anyway).
On second thought, maybe I didn't really make anything up to him. ;)