So like a good husband I took my Barbadian wife to go see Rihanna. We sprung for very good seats. Once in a lifetime type deal, right? Drove three hours, got a hotel. We were enjoying ourselves and then...fire! Literally, the pyrotechnics caught something on fire and it was legit enough to send us all out and shut down the show. We probably saw about 2/3 of the show she was planning, but I felt so bad for my wife, for whom this was a big, big deal. What are you going to do, though?
Pictures forthcoming when we get home.