Kirsten and the Mavs now lead me 3-1 in Mavs-Jazz games that we've attended, thanks to what might have been the worst fourth-quarter collapse that I've ever witnessed. At least I had a fellow Jazz fan to be shocked with: Kirsten's grandpa lived in Salt Lake for ~15 years after coming over from Scotland before he moved to Dallas ten years ago, so he's smart enough to cheer on Jerry Sloan's boys. And we get free Taco Bueno 'cause the Mavs won.
I don't know how happy Kirsten will be about me posting this picture of her that "makes her look fat". Come on, Kirsten, you're pregnant. It takes sacrifice to make me a Jr.
How many of you were tempted to write a comment to the effect of "Kirsten may be getting bigger, but you sure are looking older, Eric"? Well, I just killed that joke for you.
And we're really excited! We need more men in the family.
Here he is sucking his thumb.
And we had to include our favorite picture. An avid sports fan already. He's made his daddy very proud.
He's set to arrive on March 19. I'm praying for an early delivery, but what woman doesn't?! Now we have to start taking this name thing more seriously! I don't think Torgo, Zeus, or Shredder will work.
A couple of months ago Kirsten called me at work. "Hey, I'm looking at tickets online, and there are U2 tickets available for $35 bucks each. I'm getting them."
I love you, Kirsten.
I hadn't really considered getting tickets because I know that they're generally quite expensive. Of course, I guess they charge a lot less per ticket when the show is played in an 80,000-seat stadium, rather than a 20,000-seat arena. Kirsten knew that I'd always wanted to see U2 and had never gotten the chance.
Because of Kirsten's grandma's passing, she didn't feel great about going to the concert. But she still wanted me to go. And I also still wanted me to go. So I brought along Doug, a friend from work. Somehow, the mammoth stage managed to fill up a big chunk of a huge stadium. They even had to raise up the Jerrytron 25 feet. Muse played a nice little set to lead into U2's performance. It was quite a show. Of the special effects, the wraparound video screen, which was raised and lowered, and sometimes expanded to be 50 feet tall, was the most impressive aspect.
Of course, the music was great. They played plenty of old stuff, including a couple of my favorite songs from Achtung Baby that aren't really considered to be included among their many hits.
Unquestionably, though, the high point of the night was a 22-year-old song that still holds all the energy it ever did: Where the Streets Have No Name.
This past week, Kirsten's grandma, Ruby, passed away. She and her husband moved to the U.S. from Scotland about 25 years ago to be with their only child (Kirsten's mom Avril) and her family. Though it's been tough for Kirsten's family, it's reassuring that she lived a full life and that she's happier now. The funeral services were very nice; there's a hope and happiness seen in LDS funerals that can otherwise be absent because of our knowledge of God's plan for us, now and after death. I found it to be quite a spiritual experience and even enjoyed a conversation I had with one of the funeral directors about our beliefs. He was very interested, and we gave him a Book of Mormon. This book complements the Bible so well in helping us understand the gospel of Jesus Christ, and I think sharing our thoughts about God's truths and contemplating its ramifications throughout the services gave Kirsten's family a great comfort.
I'm glad that I got to know Ruby over the past couple of years.
And we get free Taco Bueno 'cause the Mavs won.
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