|The Celtic Tenors: What can only be a promo shot.|
|On stage in Kansas!|
My friend and I contemplated hanging back after the concert and inviting the Tenors out with us, but alas, the line was too long and we were... ah... thirsty. So we made our way downtown to one of my favorite bars, and settled in for a drink or six. On my way back from the bathroom, a tall, dark-haired not-quite-a-stranger caught my eye. Lo and behold, the Tenors (two of the three and their pianist, at least) had come to the exact same bar! My friend and I proceed to gush at their eyes and their accents, drink, smile, laugh hysterically whenever appropriate/possible, and gush some more. I attempted to speak Irish, remembering only how to say "I have a car" and "I don't have a man" (this earned me both a fair round of applause and consoling pats on the back).
|Not the same bar, but it counts.|
|The pianist. Adorable!|
All in all, it was an evening of brogue that I shall never, ever forget (no matter how hard I try). If you ask very nicely, I may even burn you a copy of the CD.