We went to the movies downtown today, but that’s another blog post (hint: the movie, a documentary, was phenomenal!). I led the guys (Banjo Man and Son #2) down the wrong staircase and instead of going to the parking garage we were on the sidewalk.
Son #2 said, “As long as we’re here, let’s go look at the Willie Nelson statue.”
So we did. And Willie looked good.
Then I caught on that we were in front of the Austin City Limits building.
“Wow,” I said to Banjo Man. “We’re in front of the Austin City Limits building!”
“And Trisha Yearwood is playing tonight,” Son #2 said. “Did you see that, Mom?”
And then I remembered looking at Trisha Yearwood’s skimpy concert schedule last month and being disappointed that we were leaving Austin the day before she performed. And now, with the storm delay, I COULD GO TO THE CONCERT.
I ran back down the sidewalk to the ticket booth. Really, I ran. As fast as I could. And the nice young woman informed me that there were still a few seats available. I waved at Banjo Man and Son #2 to hurry up so I could see if they wanted to go with me to see Trisha Yearwood.
Banjo Man said, “I have to pack.” (We are leaving the condo at 4 AM tomorrow).
Son #2 said, “Who is Trisha Yearwood again?”
I explained: I have all of her cd’s. I’ve loved her forever. Never seen her in concert. She’s married to Garth Brooks. She has a cooking show. I’ve made her chocolate pretzel brownies.
I sang a verse of “The Song Remembers When.”
The Nice Young Woman At The Ticket Booth interrupted and said, “If you only need one ticket I can get you a really good seat right up front, on the floor.”
“I ONLY NEED ONE TICKET!” I turned my back on the guys, who looked as if they would rather do anything than sit through a country chick concert.
Banjo Man leaned closer and muttered, “How much do these tickets cost?”
My reply, “I DON’T CARE!!! MONEY IS NO OBJECT!! I AM GOING TO SEE TRISHA YEARWOOD!!!!”
I don’t think I could be any more excited, I really don’t.