Saturday night I got to check something off my bucket list.
Garth freaking Brooks was in Omaha. He started with two shows, then added a third, a fourth, a fifth and a sixth. Six shows in four days. This dude is crazy.
Thank God for his craziness, because it was an amazing show.
Is it bad I cried a little? It was just so overwhelming to see him live, playing all the songs I grew up listening to. When our families combined back in 1990-1991, Dad and Peg didn't have a lot of money, so we just spent a lot of time at home, entertaining ourselves. I mean, they had both just gone through divorces and just wanted their kids with them as much as possible. So that meant a lot of goulash, a lot of Friday nights watching TGIF, and a lot of time playing music and dancing around in the living room.
We mainly listened to two artists: Cher and Garth Brooks.
So when Garth was singing the songs that I grew up dancing to, getting to know my new family and screaming the lyrics with all my might, I got a little emotional.
I only took two pictures that night.
But then Garth rocked my soul, and he made it all better.
He sang all of his hits - it was AMAZING. That guy has endless energy, and I have never seen an entertainer like him. I have been to a lot of concerts, but wow....dare I say that was the best one? I feel like my body still has not recovered.