Bridges To Babylon.
Rolling Stones.
Georgia Dome.
December 1997.
Big D's flight to Atlanta got cancelled due to fog.
His boss, the president of a Fortune 500 company, drove him to ATL so he wouldn't miss it.
Big D was dressed in business attire.
We were there with two of our best friends.
When the Stones unexpectedly went to a secondary stage they called "The Lounge," we were so close that could touch the stage. I mean, if Mick had farted, we would have smelled it. That's how close to the stage I like to be at concerts. My girlfriend and I squealed. Our husbands rolled their eyes.
The Stones were awesome, as were the pyrotechnics.
Love my Mick.