My 40th And A Half Year And 18th Day Birthday Celebration!

Back in April I turned 40. I was suppose to have a nice mom weekend away with my best friend to celebrate. It never happened due to some plague the Schmitty household was infected with.

Well last night was a make-up night out. My best friend, sister-in-law, a friend of my sister-in-law, and I went to the Daughtry/Bon Jovi concert. Now, I am a HUGE fan of Daughtry, he's my boyfriend, you know. I even have his picture plastered on my wall by my computer. Okay, I am robbing the cradle, but so what? I can dream can't I? He's just such a great singer and quite yummy too.

I also think Mr. Bon Jovi is quite easy on the eyes. He actually is getting better with age. And let me tell you, he looks mighty fine in those black jeans he wears on stage! *Fanning myself*

So get this, we arrived at the concert and couldn't find our section. We passed section 7 and then the lounge and then got to section 9. Where did section 8 go? Our section was MIA. We asked at the entrance to the lounge. Section 8 was through the lounge....OH YES, how convenient was this? We pause for drinks as we make way to our seats in rows 22 and 23.

The usher took our tickets and put them in his pocket. He pulled out a small stack of tickets from a different pocket and handed 4 to us. WHAT?! What's going on? My SIL, began arguing with him. "SHUSH!" I said. He's giving us BETTER seats!! So from rows 22 and 23 of the first level we moved on down to the 1st row of the first level!! In my honest opinion, we had a better view than most of the floor seats because we were a little higher up. WE COULD SEE THE SWEAT ON JON BON JOVI'S BROW!! How awesome is that?

Both sets were amazing. We were dancing and screaming like teenagers. I had the best time. We even got some free drinks from an older gentleman that was being VERY generous with the female patrons at the bar. Sweet guy, but he's gonna be pissed when he gets his Visa bill next month!

Though I think not as pissed as he probably was if he hooked up with the blonde at the bar. He was chatting up the fair haired one and buying shots of some clear liquid. Suddenly the blonde hair was tucked behind an ear and the face was turned our way. I almost spit out my beer. I turned to my friend and said, "That's a dude!" No.Doubt.In.My.Mind.

So here is my weak attempt at a poem-like dedication to that lovely couple using Bon Jovi's song list from last night:

LAST NIGHT you were BORN TO BE MY BABY. We drifted off the LOST HIGHWAY, the SUMMERTIME an old MEMORY. OLDER than you, WHO SAYS it's BAD MEDICINE? IT'S MY LIFE and WE GOT IT GOIN' ON. Let's RUNAWAY this SATURDAY NIGHT, ANY OTHER DAY just won't do. RAISE YOUR HANDS and say a PRAYER, I'll be all you've ever WANTED. LAY YOUR HANDS ON ME...whoa...hold on Nellie! Is that a roll of quarters in your pocket or are you just happy to see me? I'll be the LAST MAN STANDING cause you give love a BAD NAME, so....HAVE A NICE DAY!