Sure, I had no room to talk in the hair department during those days. But still . . .
Well, I have been educated in the ways of Mr. Lovett (and his LARGE band). And as of this evening, I shall never speak another word about that man's hair, or Julia Robert's taste in men, even though she dumped him. How could she do that? The man can sing. His voice? Like liquid gold. His songwriting and stage presence and humbleness? The whole thing just leaves me speechless.
Anyway, look how much fun date night is for us. We break the law and everything:
And this, this right here is the closest I came to getting a photo of Mr. Lovett himself because no, they did not allow cameras inside the venue. Good thing it was at a winery . . .
Dragonfly Bottom, Woodinville, Washington
Which leads me to my next point. Although I enjoyed the concert immensely, the next time I win tickets on the radio, I will get it in writing when the guy behind the counter tells me that I have seats, even though the tickets clearly state "lawn" on them. You see, even if you are told by said radio station employee that you will not be needing your beach chairs ("drunk chairs" as we like to call them), if your tickets say "lawn" than that's exactly where you'll be. On the lawn. With the other drunks.
I had a minor hissy fit upon learning this information and decided not to let it get me (or my hot date) down. We rented chairs, picked out a patch of grass, got a couple pulled pork sandwiches and a bottle of Syrah (the pairing is quite nice actually) and sat back to enjoy the show, Lyle Lovett and his LARGE (there were 10 of them to be exact) Band!
And here is a bit of trivia if you didn't know this already: 2 of Lyle's 3 male back-up singers were members of the early 90's band Was Not Was. For reals. They did "The Dinosaur" and everything. I am not kidding.
Also - Shawn Colvin, although dainty and sweet while singing her own set, can thrown down a conversation like nobody's business. It's true. She even told Lyle "ignorance is no excuse" when he asked her what a congregational type of church was.
All in all, it was a beautiful night - and no, I'm not bitter at all about having to sit with the drunks, or the lady who fell asleep with her wine bottle by her side and then got escorted out for smoking exactly FIVE cigarettes.
Can't a girl have any fun these days?
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