John Mayer was bomb.
This is really old post, but I never gave it enough justice. So although late, I added a couple of paragraphs.
I really regret not sneaking my camera into the concert, these iPhone snapshots really don’t do it justice. I would have loved to have gotten close-up shots of his crazy-weird singing face with the 70-200mm Canon L lens I was borrowing at the time. With a 2.8 f-stop at that range, could you imagine the quality?!
It had been a long relaxing day leading up to this perfect concert to end the night. After a delicious gorilla barbeque meal by the beach, Mack and me tanned in his backyard and fell asleep. That was quite the experience. I drove and picked up my loveable floormate (and future roomate) and her boyfriend from her house and together we headed to San Jose for a quick sushi dinner. The HP Pavilion was fucking huge! But I could see why, because the whole place was packed for John Mayer.
I knew half of the newer songs and like usual, Mack knew the half I didn’t know. Although we didn’t get to sit with Cheska and Jeremy, it was a fun ride home. I got a lot of group ride back pictures in cucumber (my laptop) that still make me smile.
John Mayer is a weirdo.
But he sings and plays guitar like a God.