Harry, Harry, Harry!

Idol was a treat last night. The singers, bleh....as it has been all season but the guest coach. Yummy yum yummy. A man, that Scott has known for years is his main competition and is Ok with. He has Sandra I have Harry. It works, they were in a movie together and we were both tickled pink.I have a love story to tell about Scott, Harry and myself. I don't know if I can really put it into words that one fabulous night but I will try.

It was my 33rd Birthday. I was feeling so sexy, sassy and young believe it or not! I had gone shopping that day and had a snazzy new outfit for the special night Scott had planned. My friend Heather had given me a wonderful pedicure as a gift. So I felt radiant from my head all the way down to my toes. Scott had pulled all of the cards out and had gotten concert tickets to see Harry in Sun Valley. Needless to say I was ecstatic.

When we arrived at the venue, which was a parking lot covered in fake grass. I know that sounds tacky but it's Sun Valley. It's cool no matter where you are. We got our blanket out and sat and watched people for a while. There were a lot of locals and older ritzy people all of whom were well on their way to the land of intoxication. That is always entertaining. We were thouroughly enjoying ourselves however it did look like a warm summer rain was on its way. No worries, a little rain adds to the ambience right?

Finally Harry and his band came out on stage and belted out a few wondrful classics. So romantic, we sat arm and arm under the cloudy summer evening just loving eachother and every note that was played. Then it started to sprinkle, and a lot of the older ritzy people started to vacate. Then it started to pour, and all of the older generation left. That left us and a few of the rowdy locals. We looked at each other and decided to stick it out regardless. Harry and the band left the stage, we didn't know if they would be back, by this time it was really coming down.

We were soaked, we looked at eachother and laughed covered us up with our soaking wet blanket and snuggled. Laughing, kissing and not feeling a care in the world. It was insanity at its fullest but the wonderful kind.

After an hour we could feel the rain letting up we peeked out of our blanket to find that the hundreds that had paid premium price for the chair vip section were all gone. The stage sat empty, the instruments all covered and Harry was no where to be found. Some of the rowdy slightly wasted locals started cheering "Harry". And guess what? Out came Harry. He had changed from his nice dress shirt into his regular look of T-shirt and jeans. He said to us "Your crazy, but Ok!" He sat down on his piano and played. About 50 people were able to cclose in around him and just soak in this charismatic musician and listen as he played one favorite after another on his baby grand. No band, no microphone just Harry at his finest. Me in the arms of my best friend swaying and laughing at our luck, feeling not a care in the world.

It was a great night. I think for just that moment we felt like crazy teenagers again, care free and full of spirit. We laughed all the way home, paid the baby sitter and tucked in the kids. Knowing full well we would treasure this night in our hearts always.