The reason?
Our little excited group were on our way to see the handsome crooner himself - Michael Buble (insert squeal here).
The journey down was smooth, the hotel conveniently found a quick stroll from the train station, and the venue so close we were overlooking it from our lovely room.
The excitement hit us about 5pm, then we went down for our pre paid dinner.
We wish we hadn't!
The first disappointment was that they'd replaced what looked like a decent enough menu with a 'pre Arena' selection of crappy offers (burgers etc) - then despite the hour and twenty minute wait for our measly (slightly burnt) starter, the main was awful and the dessert inedible! A and I downed a bottle of Zinfandel whilst waiting, then we got another complimentary one as even the manager couldn't ignore the fact that we still didn't have any food in front of us. It wasn't even busy!
Anyways - we found the funny side (thanks to the wine) and managed to get the meals refunded from our bill. We then followed the crowds to the Metro Radio Arena in anticipation of a couple of hours of entertainment.
The support - Naturally 7, got us all in the mood, then the man himself made quite an entrance in amongst pyrotechnic heaven.
What a total cutie and charmer rolled into one. We were on our feet for the whole gig (despite security trying to get the Geordie lasses behind us to sit down - they refused, so we stated up too!).
At one point he walked right by us to get to the other stage - my hands had a mind of their own, and found themselves stretching out to try and touch him 😆 I got within a centimetre and they were rudely pushed away by Jose, his rather burly bodyguard. I'm thinking though, that technically because he touched me whilst holding on to Buble, that by default I touched him too ;0)
Afterwards we went out on the 'Toon' and had a cocktail before heading to Flares for some cheesy tunes and a couple of hours of dancing.
A good night was had by all!
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