My merry obsession with the Beatles has been well documented, both here and on Facebook. Here's a new twist to it. Mr. Smith discovered on Thursday that The Fab Four, a Beatles tribute band that performs regularly in Vegas, was playing the BeatLeukemiaBall (a fund raiser for leukeima research) on Saturday night. Tickets for the dinner were crazy expensive, but tickets to just the performance were reasonable (what you would pay for a live show, and it benefited charity, so, cool!). On top of that, it was a black tie affair. Score! We decided to go and make a spectacular evening of it.
First, there was the matter of a tux for Mr. Smith. I've never seen Mr. Smith in a tux, so I was all for this concept. I wore the gorgeous red dress that I bought for Rod and Jeni's wedding. Dinner at Pappas Bros. Steakhouse was amazing! They really know how to pamper guests, and the food is beyond compare. We talked to the couple at the table next to us who were celebrating their 22nd wedding anniversary (awww!). They were Beatles fans too and were very curious about what we were doing given that we were easily the most dressed up people in the restaurant.
Then came the trip to the ball. I've never seen The Fab Four before but had heard that they are very good at what they do, which was absolutely true! We danced all night to one Beatles hit after another - Baby You Can Drive My Car, Hard Day's Night, Saw Her Standing There, Yesterday, Back in the U.S.S.R., Sgt Pepper's, When I'm Sixty Four - it just went on and on. They did 3 costumes - early Beatles, Sgt. Pepper, and late Beatles. "John" of course did Imagine by himself. The poor chaps didn't really fit the early Beatles (I think they're a bit old for that), but they nailed both of the other periods. And they sounded damn near perfect.
The thing I think may have been funniest is that John was probably rolling over in his grave! Here's all these people in swank clothes, many of them very wealthy (judging by the prices for the tables), and they're dancing around and singing "Revolution" at the top of their lungs. <giggle>
Needless to say, I screamed as loud or louder than anyone, and today, my lungs are letting me know that was a mistake. But it was so worth it. The evening was damn near perfect. And Mr. Smith looked smashing in his tux!