Saturday night, we gave Noah a bath, prepared a bottle, strapped him in the stroller and headed down to the lobby and onto the street to make the 8 block jaunt to the Arch to see Sheryl Crow in concert. We assumed he would fall asleep in the stroller, but he didn't. The concert started, and unexpectedly, Noah went ballistic when he heard the applause. It scared him so badly! He cried in a way that I've never heard before. It broke my heart. Little sobs on his terrified face. I held him close and whispered in his ear. He calmed down...until the next outburst of applause. Sobbing, scared face again, and then once more. After the 3rd song though, he seemed to get more comfortable with the noise, and was a happy camper bopping around in our arms to the music for the rest of the evening. An hour or so in, he fell asleep, and we looped our way through the crowd, back towards the loft district.
One of the great things about living in St. Louis city is that there are tons of really cool, really free things to do. Sheryl Crow performing under the Arch is just a small sample. We had a great time though. Shanna and Daryl arrived early, saved us some grass and we all enjoyed dancing with our kiddos to Crow's bluesy tones. Shanna apparently had quite the time trying to secure our plot as 3 women decided they wanted some of her claimed land. Shanna, being a New Yorker at heart, has no problem letting others know what's up; however, her attempts were to no avail, and we stared at the back of three heads throughout the night. It really was not a problem...in fact, hearing Daryl tell the story of his tiny wife standing up to these ridiculously rude women was pretty stinkin' hilarious; and in my opinion, well worth the verbal battle (although I wasn't the one engaged in it...I might feel differently if I was Shanna!). Such a good night. A sweaty hot night, but a really good one. We ended it with some pizza and beer up at the Gourley's loft. Good times.