Coldplay: Mylo Xyloto

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Here’s the thing. Every date night should end with sweaty hair, eardrums that nearly rupture, and a headache. That’s when you know you’ve had a kick-keester time.

Ok, so maybe not EVERY date. Grimy hair after a dinner date? One could only assume an outrageous food fight involving buttery fettucine noodles.

Regardless…

Be it hard to believe, we’re not big concert goers. But shockingly, this is our 2nd time jammin’ out with our British buds, Coldplay. Go ahead and thank me now for failing to post the picture of me head-banging while Husby simultaneously busting out some fist-pump action. Yep, that was on purpose. I just KNEW if you saw us in that state, you’d judge. Or even worse, never forgive us.

Here’s Husby on the train. T minus 15 minutes until concert time. Looks as though he’s missing his cup of tea and Wall Street Journal, no? Love this stud in glasses.

Coldplay has some crazy cool tricks. Take the bracelets for instance, that lit up randomly in sync with the beat. (And yes, I may have asked Husby to trade my bracelet x amount of times throughout the night. Can you blame a girl for wanting to try out ALL the colors?!)

As I mentioned earlier, sweaty hair = good time. I finally settled on the white bracelet that lit up pink. Go figure. Tee-hee.

Some songs that sounded WAY cooler with confetti blasting and blow-up balls bouncing everywhere!

More confetti and more head-banging (a’hem… this time by ‘ol chap, Chris Martin). Can’t wait for Coldplay to come to town again in a few years. But until then, I’ll just have to dream about it while sleeping in my souvenir… an official concert tour t-shirt. Totally legit, you guys.