Several months ago, I purchased a ticket to see Eric Clapton at the Bridgestone Arena for September 21. Tonight was that night. And yes, it was fantastic.

I really wanted to see Jimmie Vaughan of the Fabulous Thunderbirds and brother of the late great Stevie Ray Vaughan. I didn’t know what to expect from a 76 year old version of the guitar legend, but I knew that I probably wouldn’t get many more chances to see him live in concert.

Whatever expectations I had were utterly surpassed and obliterated. He was in vintage form and his backing band was superb. I even recognized Paul Carrack as the organist/vocalist who sang lead on the very last song.

I didn’t even care that I sat in the uber-nosebleed section, two rows from the very back. It’s a good thing that I’m not overly acrophobic, because those were some steep stairs up that third level. But I was in the building. That was all that mattered.

It will be worth it even tomorrow when I will most likely be a member of the walking dead, fueled by lots of coffee and good memories.