I wanted to post a little poem I wrote about one of my favorite things....music. Well, specifically, Bon Jovi. I never tire of the bands music or the good looks and charm of JBJ himself. I am 16 in 36 year old body. The poem was sent as an email to my friends sharing the good news about our awesome seats for the Bon Jovi concert.



Well ladies, for the last few days I have been livin on a prayer in the hopes that we get really good seats for this concert. After being shot through the heart on Friday and early this morning, the good lord answered my prayers and added a second show. You see, he knows we want to see him dead or alive.

So here is the good news, we have 8 seats all in a row, in section 118, row 16. Ladies that is right beside the stage. We will be makin a memory . We are so close, we WILL see the creases in his leather pants.

The bad news? Well......THERE IS NO BAD NEWS..... This man was born to be my baby. Okay, I am really tired now, I am going to bed.....

I will email you about the cost when I have it figured out more accurately. The tickets cost $125 (we are not on the floor, but we are row 16 from the floor so they are more expensive. Something I found out later and didn't have time clarify at the end of my automated purchase, as tickets were selling way too fast). With taxes and service fees, it comes to approx $139.75. This bands music is like bad medicine. The only seats you can get to the second show now are nosebleeds and behind the stage and only in pairs.

We will have to take care of each other to ensure we don't get lost on the highway, I mean, who says you can't go home after the concert. Imagine, our husbands waiting for us on a bed of roses. Oh God, I hope he wears a JBJ mask.....