Sadly, it wasn’t Laura.

We are on our way home from Connecticut and our last Laura concert for quite some time Unless, of course, something miraculous happens and we get rich within the next two months.

It’s been amazing fun though. It’s always so entertaining to hear half of the crowd singing the Italian lyrics and half of the crowd singing the Spanish lyrics to each song regardless of what Laura is singing. When we were at the Atlantic City show, we were on what Shawna referred to as the Mason-Dixon line. We were literally in the row that divided all of the Italian-speakers from all of the Spanish-speakers. It was all very West Side Story. I was expecting a rumble to commence at any second.

Tonight, our seats were amazing and we made a new friend. And he’s Italian! He was at his fifteenth Laura concert this year and apparently will be in the Italian version of the Guinness Book of World Records for having seen the same artist so many times this year. Which is cool. He also asked us to come back to Italy with him tomorrow morning and be guests in his house near Milan. Which would have been even cooler if we had the money right now. Because, seriously… we would have been all over that.

Maybe next spring…

After the concert, Shawna nabbed a big poster from the wall. Other people were doing it too and it was the only one left. People were taking their photos with it, so she politely waited before nabbing it. But there was some other woman there and when Shawna took it down, she was like, “Could you give me that? I’m an Italian teacher.” And Shawna’s like, “No, because I want it.” To which the woman replied, “She’s stealing that!” ran to the employees and said “That girl just ripped that poster down.” It was so very second grade that I wanted to play along, so I ran up behind Shawna and said “Run. She’s telling on you.” And then we galloped through the casino and absconded with said stolen poster.

We are so gangsters.