Arena Rawk!

Last night i went to see Journey in concert and it was... fantastic.
I'd heard they were coming to town (with Night Ranger, the one-hit-wonder of Sister Christian opening) a while back and Becca and I talked about getting tickets but just figured they were too expensive or whatever.
Thursday morning i get a text from a friend of mine reading, "what are you doing saturday? i have an extra ticket to journey."
I was stoked!
So i picked him up last night (the least i could do was drive!!) and headed downtown. We parked at the dome and walked over to will call at the arena where he handed me my ticket- floor, 6th row!!
The arena was sparkling as we walked in- Night Ranger had just started and everything was dark except for the flashing lights that looked like a starry sky. We took our seats next to a couple in their early 40s from Jackson, Ms. The chick was a perfect mix of my friends Megan Stabb and Pauline Boudreaux- she was sweet but super enthusiastic (and possibly drunk.) She kept trying to get me to go up to the very front with her. Eventually she just went on her own and spent most of the concert up there- abandoning her husband. The husband, who reminded me of my friend Garett Bagwell, seemed to be in awe of Journey's new singer- the youtube find from the Philapeans. He kept saying things like, "look how high that Chinaman jumps" or "that Chinaman sure has a high voice..." It was pretty funny.
My date was really sweet and the concert was really good. Night Ranger seemed very excited to be performing and especially in New Orleans. Journey played everything i hoped they play (plus a few things that i really thought were by the Eagles...)
All in all, very good time. It was strange because i'd heard all these Journey songs played live before but i was used to the Mollys or Contraflow, was weird that this was the real deal (well sorta... Steve Perry is the voice on the radio...)
Journey is such a widely appealing band. My dad really likes them and went to their concerts back in the 70s and stuff. There were also people in their early 20s at this concert last night. Its just good classic rock- anyway you want it. Because that's the way you need it. :)

Motivation.
I always seem to get it at the wrong place, at the wrong time.
At 3pm, as i'm ready to leave work, i get all these ideas for things i should/could do. By 6:30 the following morning, I've lost all interest.
At writing group, i feel the inspiration to go home and write. I'm not going to do this at 9pm though, and by the next day the inspiration is goine.
And then there's real estate... I'll go to a training class or meet with my broker or something and come up with all sorts of marketing ideas and what not. By the time i have the chance to impliment them, though, i've either forgotten my idea or given up on the action.
Same thing with scanning, organizing my apt...everything.
The idea of something is always so drastically different from the reality of it.