Not sure what's worse: Elton John or Bad BBQ.
That's easy, you can forgive the wife for dragging you to see Elton.
Not gonna make my Best Nite Ever list, I assure you.
Then you throw in the $9 for a cup of beer at the concert. Lordy. They should have been giving the beer away as a consolation to us poor rednecks whose sole purpose was to escort our ladies. It certainly did guarantee that we weren't gonna tie one while we were there.