Whoa Nelly!: On the dag!

Long time...no post. Apologies for being a bit of a 'no show' but between my day job and life I just haven't had the time or the inspiration needed to do a post this week. Now, I know this place is all about decor and design and all things visual but I'm straying from the path tonight to tell you about my other passion. Music. Country music in fact. I know the whole country thing can be viewed as a little 'on the dag' but I'm a certified card carrying member of the fraternity. Not the 'my girl left me, my dog died, the crops are ruined, woe is me' kinda country. I'm talking story telling, poetry kind of country. Music for the soul written and performed by people who have stories to share. I'm mostly talking about Keith Urban. Now, before I lose you all, I feel obliged to say that I've loved the man since before he was 'totes hot', married to a mega star actress and all over the telly. I was singing along back when he had a mullet and questionable facial hair.

We went to see him on Friday night. As usual he was fantastic. He sang with power and played that guitar like no one's business. Dude can rock...and I mean rock. Friday night was the 5th time my hubby and I have been to see him live. Last time I was pregnant and managed to jump a row of seats and stand at his feet while he performed in the crowd. He sang the 1, 2 and I provided the 3, 4! It was awesome and I cried all the way back to my seat (partly blaming that on hormones). Well, thinking there was no way to top that I took my seat the other night with full intentions of screaming, cheering, singing along, waving my arms and dancing til it hurt. I did all of those things...and more.

I got teary when he sang 'Without You' I went a little mental when he sang 'You look good in my Shirt' then when he finished an acoustic version of 'You'll Think of Me' and I thought my heart would burst something happened. He was headed back to the main stage to finish the gig, I saw my chance, my husband yelled 'GO BABE' and I sprung into action....I ran straight over, came face to face with him and threw my arm around him for all it was worth. I totally copped a feel and had the sweaty arm to prove it (just to clarify it was his back I touched...I'm not a perv). And just like in the movies I turned around in slow motion to see my husband standing on his chair cheering like I'd just won Olympic gold. What a moment.

I wonder if I will ever be too old to jump furniture, dodge security and get so lost in the moment that my heart might burst from sheer fun and enjoyment. I hope not.