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Ob-la-di, ob-la-da (La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la)

You guessed it. I was at the Paul McCartney show last week. It had been more than twenty years since I’d last seen him live, and I’m happy to report that the man, much like me, hasn’t aged. Unlike me, though, he still remembers every word to every song.

We should all have that kind of energy at eighty-three. He was up there belting out “Helter Skelter” like it was still 1968.

First stop after landing was dinner at Catch. Shane ordered the Wagyu Hot Rock, a fancy cut of Japanese beef you cook tableside on a sizzling stone. He could probably eat his weight in that stuff, so it was a good thing he started with tuna rolls to pace himself. Any more Wagyu and we might still be there washing dishes.

Friday night kicked off with dinner at Roy Choi’s Best Friend, a crazy loud restaurant with some seriously good food. We tried everything, Kogi short rib tacos, slippery shrimp, spicy pork, street corn, and kimchi fried rice. After dinner, we meandered back and tried our luck at three-card poker while Shane headed to the Mötley Crüe concert with friends.

Friday night kicked off with dinner at Roy Choi’s Best Friend, a crazy loud restaurant with some seriously good food. We tried everything, Kogi short rib tacos, slippery shrimp, spicy pork, street corn, and kimchi fried rice. After dinner, we meandered back and tried our luck at three-card poker while Shane headed to the Mötley Crüe concert with friends.

Saturday was Sir Paul. He played for almost three hours without missing a beat. The show was everything you’d hope for, songs everyone knew, stories, and just enough spectacle to make it unforgettable.

Then “Live and Let Die” hit with full-on pyro that exploded into the night. As the smoke cleared and the lights went down for “Hey Jude,” 65,000 phones lit the stadium like stars. It’s hard to explain, but everyone there felt it.

Then “Live and Let Die” hit with full-on pyro that exploded into the night. As the smoke cleared and the lights went down for “Hey Jude,” 65,000 phones lit the stadium like stars. It’s hard to explain, but everyone there felt it.

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