wow, WOW and WOW! One of the most charismatic entertainers on this planet. Garth Brooks concert was last night. Now don't get me wrong, the Las Vegas Garth concert was amazing, and it cannot be duplicated, but to see and hear Mr. Brooks sing his own songs and how amazing his voice and showmanship is, just gives me goosebumps. Like he says, each of his songs is like one of his babies and you know he cherishes them. How can you not love a guy, who gives up his career to be there for his kids (being that he financially can); still refers to his wife as Miss Yearwood and says Thank you to everyone all the time; from the audience, to his band, to the side guy who keeps handing him his guitars. I am still smiling (even with my eyes closed and nodding off)
So yes we hit the Stampede grounds yesterday. Technically I only really wandered around the BMO center to see of the "wares" and then into the Corral to see all the art work and crafts. My only venture onto the grounds was after Bill arrived and he wanted his usual Stampede corn dog. I have never seen the appeal of the "dog" like that, but after watching the guy holding about 10 uncooked and uncoated dogs in his bare hands (no gloves) and then dipping them, I'm pretty sure I will go to my grave having never tasted one. It's not even on my bucket list. Although I did think of another think I should have on my bucket list. "Thank god, for Unanswered Prayers" (Garth song) I would like to see a concert (preferrably one I want to see) from the front row. I swear I cannot figure out how people get front row seats. And I want to feel sorry for people who paid anywhere over 800.00 for their tickets last night. Because for $1000.00 you could fly to Vegas, stay at a cheap hotel and see Garth at the Wynn Hotel.
Other than the corn dog maker, the only other distasteful part of the Garth experiece was the C-train ride to the grounds. I do not miss the daily commute. Ethan gave me a ride to the Crowfoot station. I paid my $2.75 for a ticket and found a seat on the last car. Between the heat on the train (or lack of air conditioning); the loud voices of gossiping girls; and finally the crammed cars by the time we were leaving downtown, I was tempted to pop a couple of ativan to calm me down. I now remember why people try and sleep (or pretend to be sleeping) on the C-Train. When the train is packed and you are sitting on a side seat, where are you supposed to look. Straight ahead at the urban cowboy, who thinks tight jeans are sexy???? I'll admit, I am spoiled for being able to work at a job that doesn't require me to be downtown or travel during rush hour. I guess I am just "Much too Young to feel This Damn Old" (garth song)
An update on the son. He sent another Email that he was still safe, but was taking some money out of his bank account. Again he didn't use our code word, so hopefully it wasn't some thief stealing his identity. I can't believe that he'll be home next Thursday. What is the rule about how long I have to let him chill out before I bombard him with all my questions? Oh what the heck, I'll end up breaking those rules anyway.
And before he gets home, Ashley is leaving for B.C. to groom for a horseshow. I think she's gone for at least two weeks. Maybe we just need to get a revolving door put in.
Well I better get my act together and get ready for work. I just feel "Shameless" (garth song)
Enjoy your Fridy the 13th
Stacey
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