Let’s make some memories…

Sam Smith at the re-opening of the Castro Theater in San Francisco with Josh’s mom and little sis.

Standing room only. Us and a thousand other fans. The happiest piggie on stage (iykyk). Absolutely unforgettable.

Moulin Rouge at the Orpheum Theater in San Francisco with Josh’s little and big sis. Plus his teenage nephew.

For his first theater experience. Burlesque show. Uncle of the year. Forever memory.

Teddy Swims at the Greek in Berkeley with Josh’s mom and little sis.

Arriving three hours before gates opened. Yielded new friends. And incredible seats. One-of-a-kind night.

Jerry Seinfeld at The Venue at Thunder Valley Casino with Stephanie’s parents.

An impossibly hot day. Car AC running hard. Each (frequent) tweak Stephanie makes to get the air flow just right. Takes me back to the theater. Etched permanently.

Suffs at the Orpheum Theater in San Francisco with Stephanie.

Best history class ever. Stephanie wore white. Josh had no idea why. Educational. Inspirational. Phenomenal. Instant classic.

Fresh air. An epic sunset. Conversation. Swaying. Cold spring nights. Nostalgia. Bad voices (fellow patrons). Laughter. Vibes. Tears. Singing along. Togetherness. Warm summer evenings. Achy backs. Memories. Dopamine highs. Head bobbing. And too much wooing (ahem, Josh).

What going to a show means to us.
In a few words.