(Kudos if you get "steak sauce")

Phil and I had our big date in Memphis last night to see Marc Broussard perform (opening act was Dave Barnes, he was very good as well- and very pretty to look at).  Oh. My. Goodness.  He was incredible, not that I expected any less.  He performed at Newby’s, which is a lot like the Canopy Club for any of you folks from Chambana.  In other words, it’s an old movie theater that now is a bar and concert venue.  Very dive-y, typical college bar, which was fun for us oldies.  Actually, we were pleasantly surprised to not be the oldest people there. 

There are really bad video clips downloaded to YouTube (I SWEAR that isn’t me screaming) and a bunch of poor quality photos on our Flickr page, but the highlight of my evening was this:

Yep, that’s me and the man himself.  There’s also one of Phil with him on Flickr.  I hate that the quality is so terrible but, well, it was late. 

So the concert was great.  We saw Marc a few times go between the bus and the hall, and he seemed very nice, the whole atmosphere gave the impression that he was very approachable.  So me and my crazy self decided that I was going to meet this man by the end of the evening.  I know I’ve raved about him a million times before on this site- he is so very talented.  With all of the dime-a-dozen craptacular artists who are on the radio right now, I cannot understand why he isn’t outrageously popular.  Anyway, by the end of the night, we were back in the bar part of Newby’s after the show, and I had had a few drinks by then, but I was still determined to say hello.  We met some interesting folks who did know him and they said he would be back in before the bus left.  Long story short, Phil and I were sitting with Trust Fund Ron (some smart-ass 22 year old we met, but he was nice) when I saw Marc talking to a couple of people outside.  So I just walked right up to him and asked if he was, in fact, Marc (he had changed shirts since the show and he is much shorter than I expected, so I wasn’t positive it was him).  I introduced myself and probably proceeded to make an ass of myself, going on and on about how great he is.  He was very friendly though.  I told him how much we appreciated listening to "Home" during our move to the Delta.  He wanted to make sure that we enjoyed the show, and apologized that the show was cut short because it was ungodly hot in there.  (And yes, he did break into Nelly’s "Hot in Herre" during the show).  And, I can’t believe I did this, but I actually said "We cannot believe you are not more famous than you are."  To which he laughed and I promised that have been telling people about him.  So seriously, if you have not heard of him, look him up, buy his CDs, and if you ever have a chance, SEE HIM IN CONCERT.  You won’t be disappointed.  And I promised.  :) In the end, I asked him if I could introduce him to my husband and he said sure so we walked back into the bar, he met Phil, and we each had our pictures taken with him.  I was a giddy schoolgirl the rest of the night.

So that was our weekend so far, I have to return my mom to Jackson tomorrow and we will be spending the day there, maybe going to the zoo or a museum or something.  More pictures to follow! 

Oh, and I forgot to post this earlier in the week- Phil was on the news!  His company had a big Field Day on Tuesday where they bring in growers and the like, basically a big schmooze-fest.  Anyway, it brings about 600 people into town, they do a big dinner, etc., and they had him speak on the news about what their company is doing.  So apparently, not only did I meet a celebrity last night, I’m also married to one.  Ha.  I’m going to try to track down a video of it somewhere, maybe I’ll post it if I do.