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Day 78: Tickets tickets tickets!

Oh hey! Remember when I was young and cool and had disposable income to spend on concert tickets? Yeah, I do. Concerts were my thang! Now I can't stay awake past 10 and I have little kids to feed. Oh well, I went and got tickets to some great shows anyway! Garth Brooks is coming to town May 7 and less than a month later I'll be enjoying the sweet sweet sounds of James Taylor. Yay, me!

Way way back in 1998 (I think), I went saw Garth Brooks in Bismarck on a school night. Whaaa? I remember being super tired in biology the next day but it was totally worth it. I was with my cousin Haley, and probably someone else since I doubt two small-town teenage girls would have gone on their own devices. We sat in either the last row or the row right in front of those poor suckers in the back. And it. was. awesome.

Garth's latest album didn't wow me much, but I do consider him in my top 10 favorites. Maybe even top 5. 6? I can't commit. His music brings back so many great memories, tells terrific stories, and is just fun! His shows are always amazing and I'm guessing they'd be fun even for someone who doesn't consider themselves a big fan.

I'm really excited to go out and have some fun with my sister, too. We used to be really fun before we got so old and responsible! I think we have one more night in us, though. Sister, thanks for going old school and purchasing our tickets over the phone. Old timey for the win! The ticket sales were suspended because all the North Dakotans want to go. They added a second show before tickets went on sale because we love us some Garth Brooks. I was trying online but she got through on the phone and I'm so grateful and excited!

Now that our CDs are organized, I think I'll go pull out some Garth and start inculcating those three little boys.


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