First time I saw Billy Joel was during the Bridge Concert (1986).

This time I saw an amazing deal on a pair of third row tickets and decided to splurge for my quasi-birthday.

After a few songs, some of people in the front row went up to the stage, and Haley and I (on the end of the third row), jumped up there and spent the rest of the concert about 10 feet from the man and the piano.

Amazing concert. I shook the man's hand, I got the guitar player's guitar pick (and managed to lose it somewhere after) and basically had an amazing blast. Bam.