Our annual summer concert tour is off, albeit a little later than usual. Hubby and I are in Nashvegas where I am celebrating my birthday by indulging my 35 year crush on Rod Stewart.
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And while I understand he's an acquired taste, he will forever reign as my first and longest running rock star crush. Many years and many wrinkles later, the flame still burns as brightly as it did when I was in seventh grade. And if I get hit by a bus any time soon, please make sure my peeps play the song below at my funeral. And I'm not even kidding about that.
By the time this posts, I should be waving my lighter in Bridgestone Arena. Or is that a cell phone? Do they even allow lighters in arenas anymore? Where do I buy a lighter? Am I showing my age? Should I just be quiet now?