Say what you will...

...but I am a Green Day fan. Have been for years now.

And the end of my summer concert series came about tonight when my mom and I headed down to SDSU to see Green Day at what used to be the Cox Arena.

You can make all the jokes you want at my expense, but I had a FANTASTIC time. Just as I did the last time I went to see them (which, coincidentally, was at the same venue), for the second run of their American Idiot tour.

Billie Joe Armstrong makes me want to break all my short man rules.

I've said it before, and I'll probably say it many more times again, but I am a complete sucker for musicians. Especially when they have more stage presence that should be legal. Other performers that have completely won me over after seeing them perform live: Steven Tyler, Steve Miller, Justin Timberlake, Roger Daltrey, Donnie Wahlberg, and Huey Lewis. Thankfully I have enough common sense to avoid dating musicians as they are a peculiar breed, especially lead singers.

Anyway. The concert tonight. Franz Ferdinand opened, but Ma and I somehow managed to miss their set due to traffic, waiting to buy t-shirts, and necessary beer purchasing. I'm a little sad about that.

Our seats were amazing, despite not being down on the floor level. Had they opened up the floor level like they did the last time I saw them, I would've probably stayed put, our seats were that good.

Billie Joe played the harmonica.

He also brought lots of folks up onstage (including this adorable five-year-old scene-stealing boy named Thomas) to help sing along or get the crowd going.

Again. Would break all of my short man rules for Billie Joe, were he not married.

I couldn't tell you the set list, and I'm not familiar at all with their new CD, but the old hits they played made me smile and hop around, and I was sweaty and hoarse and exhausted by the end of their two-hour set.

Good times.

I'm sure there's more I want to write, but I am so completely tired right now I can't pull it all together.

After the concert Mom and I headed to the Gaslamp Quarter since she'd never been there, and we had a couple of pints at the Shout piano bar. I got called out by one of the piano players for not standing with everyone else during their rendition of "Kung Fu Fighting".

Stupid me forgot to use the facilities before we left, which resulted in a madcap tour of La Jolla trying to find public bathrooms and/or food. We wound up at a Denny's in Miramar where I proceeded to ecstatically cheat on my diet by demolishing a lumberjack slam. There will be pictures as soon as we get them developed.

The drive home was uneventful and boring, and now I am more than ready to completely pass out and sleep until tomorrow afternoon, at which time I will consider typing more.

Ssssssshhhhhh......time for sleep..........