living on a prayer

ages ago, on a pregnant whim, i bought us tickets to see bon jovi.

i saw an ad online for the concert that was more than 6 months away, and i knew

that richard wouldn't be dying to see them, but being the good sport that he is he

agreed to go with me anyway.  so did our good friends the bowmans.  well, i think

that spencer was being a good sport for sara, too, but it ended up all working out.

they introduced us to pho (pronounced "fuh") before the show, which we thoroughly

enjoyed.  sara described it as ramen on steroids, and she was absolutely right.

awesome ramen.  right up our alley.  well, mostly richard's, but i loved it, too.

we parked in a parking lot far, far away from the delta center (because it will always

be the delta center to me), so i made richard run there...

i may have given birth to our son many months ago, but my lungs were still

a burnin' in my chest after that little jog.  what a joke.

we made it in plenty of time to wait in a very long line.  which was good because i

needed lots of time to catch my breath so i could sing along to some of my fave 80's hits.

finally made it to our seats where we waited for even longer.  but that's ok, too,

because we needed as much time as we could get to get an eye-full of all the

amazing mullets that were being sported.  by men and women.  thank you, 1980's.

mr. bon jovi asked us to put our hands in the air quite a bit, and the

boys were more than happy to oblige.

something else that added to the entertainment was the crowd were surrounded

by:

the girls in front of us were dancing the night away, which attracted some very

touchy-feely new friends.  i love the look on her face..."how do we get rid of him?"

and the brokeback cowboys that had an intimate embrace (with their tongues) during

wanted: dead or alive, while one of their wives was sandwiched between them. ha woof.

although the boys left early to bring the cars around (and missed living on a prayer!),

richard was there to belt out it's my life with me.  i love this man that will be a fool with

me, even when it's not his cup of tea.  we marry our best friends for a reason, right?  right.

so, definitely not the best concert i've ever been to.

not even close, actually.  paul mccartney, celine, u2, and even kenny loggins

outdid it, without question.  but it was a fun night out with friends, dancing like

idiots and singing along to fun old songs.  which is definitely up my alley.  i mean, 

let's face it, that's basically what my alley is made up of.