Our evening with Garth was a little taste of heaven on earth. He played every old song we could have possibly wanted to hear, and in his second encore he sang George's "Amarillo by Morning." Steve cried. I thought Steve was going to cry. Trisha came out and sang my favorites, too. We danced and sang along until the lights came up and we were forced to leave. I so didn't want it to end.
Nosebleeds or bust! Our seats were way up high, but the view was good and we didn't care anyway.
Garth had already done five or six shows before ours, and his voice was hoarse but he powered through. Since there wasn't a late show after ours on Sunday night, we got bonus songs! My friend, who had much closer seats (sidebar: purchasing on Ticketmaster is such a crap-shoot), sent me this picture.
It wasn't the front row experience I had back in high school, but it didn't need to be. I had the best time with Steve and thousands of our closest friends, singing along with a guy whose music and performance I can only describe as a spiritual experience. If Garth ever comes back, I'll be there.
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You two are adorableš
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