Honestly, you’re overthinking this. And I say that with love. You’re going to see Rod Stewart. The man with the gravelly voice and the perfect hair. Do you really think the exact minute matters?
Here’s my final, foolproof advice: get there by 8:30 PM. Grab a drink. Find your seat. Be ready for the lights to dim by 9:00 PM.
If he’s late? That’s more time to people-watch. Look at all the other fans in their Rod t-shirts. Are you wearing your best tartan? I hope so.
The worst-case scenario? You’re early and you have to listen to some decent opening music while sipping an overpriced soda. First world problems, my friend.
So relax. Put your phone away. The last thing you need is to be staring at the time when that massive disco ball drops down. Because when it does, and when Rod kicks that ball into the crowd with his twenty-carat smile, you won’t care if it’s 8:47 PM or 9:13 PM.
You’ll just be thinking: “Wow, he really is that sexy.” And you’ll be right. Now go have a ball. And don’t forget to stretch before the “Da Ya Think I’m Sexy?” dance. Your back will thank you later.
