Call me crazy, but I hate live music. That is unless it's freaking Garth Brooks. Y'all...he was amazing. So much energy. So much showmanship. He played all of his old stuff, and it made for such a fantastic night.
Mom, Kara, and Camille came over for some pre-Garth drinks before my wonderful husband dropped us off at Thompson-Boling Arena.
The only downfall of the night is that fact that Thompson Boling is a "dry" venue. Like...who can enjoy a concert sober? So of course, the classy ladies that we are, concocted this great plan to sneak in a few airplane bottles (please don't tell the law). I insisted that Mom find a place other than her boots, but she just didn't listen:
The only downfall of the night is that fact that Thompson Boling is a "dry" venue. Like...who can enjoy a concert sober? So of course, the classy ladies that we are, concocted this great plan to sneak in a few airplane bottles (please don't tell the law). I insisted that Mom find a place other than her boots, but she just didn't listen:
Needless to say, Mom enjoyed the concert perfectly sober.
It really was a memorable night (especially for my sober mother). Josh hooked us up with floor seats on the 20th row. But I'm pretty sure I could have enjoyed that concert even if I was swimming in molten lava. Garth Brooks really is the best:
Sometimes I thank God for unanswered prayers...and Garth Brooks :)
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