Oh, I came close during his "Coming to America" show opener two weeks after 9/11. I may have actually shed a few tears that night. I can get pretty emotional.
But this time, I cried off and on throughout the entire concert.
No, my meds aren't out of whack.
Betty and I bought tickets to the show back in April (see my Ticketmaster rant) (and I have another one, but it's not on this computer), when Joan didn't think she'd be able to take two days off work. But she was able to take the time off, so we needed an extra ticket. Joan didn't want to pay full price ($120 + Ticketmonster's "convenience fee" of $18.50 per ticket), (not to mention their $4.50 fee per ticket for the privilege of printing your ticket at home) and Betty really really wanted a better seat (see my Ticketmaster rant), so she obsessed for days about getting a better view. She spent hours at the Ticketmaster site, entering the number of tickets she wanted (1), then carefully typing the two nonsense words that comprise the "security code", seeing that the ticket being offered is still section 3 row M (ours were section 2--center--row U, so that wasn't an improvement), refusing the right to buy--and immediately, painlessly resell--the ticket, and starting over. Did I mention that she's obsessed when it comes to Neil?
She was getting a little worried the night before the concert when the same bad seats were popping up again and again. Finally one decent one showed up--section 1 or 3, whichever is on that side, row 7--and she agonized over it, then let it go. She. Let. It. Go. Then she
But after a while, it did come back up, and she grabbed it. So we were all set.
Back to the crying (mine, not hers). There Joan and I were, in decent seats, and there Betty was, in a pretty primo seat, close enough to see Neil sweat. We could stand on our tiptoes and see her, and she was beaming from the time she got there until she left. A crazy lady from the Neil Diamond bulletin board had the seat next to hers and kept her entertained, and, of course, there was Neil. (He's toned down his shirts a lot. No sequins this time.)
Seeing her so happy made me happy, so much so that I cried. For two hours.
But it was a good kind of crying, you know?