…We interrupt this blog’s normal High Brow Reporting with a completely ridiculous and irrelevant post…
Last Friday night started out normally. Well, “normally” for me, anyway, in that I was getting ready to go out with friends and was using that as an excuse to color my hair. (These days I need a good excuse because coloring my hair is SO INCREDIBLY BORING.)
I poured a glass of wine and opened my 830th box of hair color. I buy the same brand every time: L’Oréal Feria in my usual shade, “Bronzed Brown.”
Except for whatever reason it wasn’t Bronzed Brown.
It was Jane-from-Breaking-Bad-Blue-Black.
Only older and with fewer drugs in my system.
I immediately complained on Facebook, of course, and then finished my glass of wine and left for the concert.
A Goth Brooks concert, in my case.
Get it? Ha ha. The joke’s on me.
“Blame it all on my roots…”
The concert was a ton of fun. He puts on a good show, as did his band.
(This from a gal who’s less country than most.)
(I do love me a good fiddler, though, and Garth Brooks is touring with one of the best.)
It was interesting to me, his approach to this tour. He took a break from touring to be home with his family–he’s married to Trisha Yearwood, which you probably knew–and is now 52 and doing two shows a night for most of his tour.
We attended his second show of the evening, which started at 10:30 and went until 2:00 a.m.
That’s stamina, for both him AND me.
Now I am back to being your average wife-and-mom, albeit one with jet black hair.
You can bet I’ll check the label next time.