Muse Missing; Feared Dead

Went to the Bon Jovi concert when they hit Austin last week; only just now having enough energy to post a photo of it. I was pretty thrilled to have the chance. I'd known BJ was coming for months, but sadly declined on the purchase of tickets because even the cheapest of nosebleed seats were starting at $70 a pop. That's way too much for me, especially since I knew M would be my date and he's just not into that sort of music at all. (his loss)

So I resigned myself to enjoying the cross-country tour via listening to the promo Bon Jovi Radio channel on satellite radio... and then suddenly, there was Groupon. Four days before the concert, they were offering up all the unsold seats in the arena for just half price. TAKE MY HAND AND WE'LL MAKE IT I SWEAR OH YEAH I WAS SO THERE. I instantly jumped on Groupon and bought two tickets for a total of $70, not knowing nor hardly caring where they were.

I got all gussied up for the concert, too, including a never-before-worn tank of solid sequins, heels, and a bright lipstick that hasn't seen the light of day in months. Fickle Austin decided to sweep us with an unseasonably cold high of 45 degrees that day - figures, it was eighty again within 48 hours - but I stuck to my sparklies. It was worth it. The concert was a blast, BJ puts on a fantastic show, and I was rockin' out like nobody's business (M sat in his chair and hardly moved all night, his loss.) And for what I paid, I was pleasantly surprised by the seats. Nosebleed balcony, yes, but only three rows back from the front edge, meaning I had a distant but perfectly clear and unobstructed view of Jovi shaking his denim-clad ass. He kept changing shirts as the night wore on, and as my friend pointed out, the shirts kept showing progressively more skin. Damn, most guys wished they looked that good at fifty. There was a hilarious moment in which he got a little too close to the women in the mosh pit, and they nearly yanked him straight off the catwalk. All we could see were his legs flopping as he flailed to claw his way back out of the groupie pit of doom. He joked later that Justin Timberlake and Justin Bieber probably wouldn't be getting that kind of attention when they're fifty, and it's so true.

He didn't do One Wild Night, my favorite, which was a disappointment but not a surprise - hardly anybody knows that one, even Jovi fans. But he did do Born to be My Baby, Keep the Faith, and Bad Medicine, all close runners-up. It was a fun, exciting night for me, especially since I almost never go to live music concerts. So SO grateful to Groupon right now.