I really liked today for so many reasons and I may be mocked for those reasons, but I don't care. First of all, I went to the movies with some of my girlfriends, my mom and a couple of guys. Yes, we saw Twilight, and yes, I liked it. It was totally cheesy and some parts were even a little cringe worthy- but I liked it. I won't go wearing any "I love Edward Cullen" t-shirts- but I nerded out a bit when they kissed. It made me and all the fourteen year old girls get weak in the knees and I am not afraid to admit it.
Secondly, I went and saw Coldplay at the Energy Solutions Arena. I really hate that venue, but tonight it wasn't so bad. In fact, I fell in love with Chris Martin just like I did at Coachella in 2005. His voice is beautiful and he dances like a total weirdo and I love it. Every douche bag and clean cut BYU boy was there- with only one hipster that I could see (who seemed so out of place, his skinny jeans and mustache just made him look like a child molester), but I was right there with them swaying and singing my heart out. At one point the band even disappeared from the stage and went to the back of the arena and sang an acoustic version of The Scientist right in a row of lucky people. There was confetti and lasers and pianos and banjos and harmonicas and my heart skipping a beat more than once. I even loved the songs on the new album- the very same album I have listened to ten times and just couldn't get in to. When they played Fix You I wanted to cry because I missed my friend Mark so much- and Amy laughed when I said that the song always reminds me of the atonement (oh just humor me). Even though we were in the nose bleed section, even though the couple in front of us looked like they were from the early 90's and couldn't keep their hands off each other and even though Chris Martin named his children Apple and Moses- I still love loved it. And for those of you that think I am lame, I will just have to quote Amy -"eff them".
Check out Chris Martin on Extras. Hilarious.
In conclusion- my day has left me wanting. Wanting what you ask? To be frenched by a pale skinny brit, that's what.