The concert was phenominal. Easily in my top five. But there was one thing that I was not prepared for...
I was super duper pumped to see George. I love his music. I love his swagger. I love his country-boy-ness. I used to imagine myself to be Harley in Pure Country. Perhaps some mysterious cowboy would come sweep me off my feet. So I went to the concert all excited to see this man:
After Martina gave a rocking 70 minute performance, my excitement built even more. The intermission ended, and I was more excited. When the lights dimmed again, I was practically beside myself. And then... this man walked out:
Holy Grandpa!!! When did THAT happen?? I leaned over to Andrew and said, "Awww... he looks like a Grandpa... I kind of want to give him a hug." There were at least 10 other moments like this through George's performance when I leaned over to Andrew and commented on how much older he looked than I thought he would. I mean, people, it blew my mind! Then George announced that his son had just had a kid. He actually IS a grandpa!!!
Dear Paula Cole, in answer to your question, "where have all the cowboys gone?"... I say "They're still around. They've just aged... A LOT."
Now I don't know why I was so shocked by this. When Pure Country came out, I looked like this:
(Technically this was 1994... but close enough. Check out those glasses!)
And now, I look like this:
(I'm the old one.)
Could someone explain how 20 years just blipped out of my life?!