Have a Nice Day

Yesterday, my darling husband told me that we were going to DC to look at the National Christmas tree. I had no reason not to believe him. We went last year. We took the metro to Chinatown to eat dinner before we were going to see the tree. After dinner, we started walking. I suspected something was up when we came to Ann Taylor Loft and John suggested that we go inside. He has never before volunteered to go into the store that I love so much. But I didn't question him since I was afraid doing so would cause him to come to his senses. After we left the store, we came to the MCI center. John then looked at me and said, "I lied to you, we're going to a basketball game." He later laughed about the look of disappointment on my face. I may be many things, but a fan of professional basketball is not one of them. He handed me my ticket. I looked at it only to see the magical name that makes all the bad things in the world disappear--Bon Jovi. I had forgotten they were in DC this weekend for their Have a Nice Day tour since a couple months ago when tickets first went on sale and John said that we would not be going because of finances. Apparently, John decided finances were not as important as my happiness. He's so good to me!

The show was sponsored by in part by Sprint, and before Bon Jovi came out, they had a big screen up where audience members could text message to a 5 digit number and have their messages displayed on the screen. Because I am a dork, I got very excited at the possibility of having a message on the screen for me. So I dictated a message to John since my cell phone was sitting on our dining room table at home. I told him it would be nice for him to tex, "Kim, you were born to be my baby," since that would incorporate a famous Bon Jovi lyric into the message. He did so, and when our message scrolled across the screen, I giggled like a middle school girl. John just smiled to himself thinking how easy I am to please.

Apparently, on this tour Bon Jovi will be having all local acts opening up the show. Last night, it was DC band Honor By August. I have to say, I was very impressed with them. I may even have to pick up a copy of their EP as a Christmas present to myself. They reminded me somewhat of Nickelback in terms of their sound. Almost like a cross between Nickelback and Yellow Card. Definitely my style. I always like going to a concert when the opening act does not suck. It's like an added bonus, especially on a night like last night when we didn't even know who would be opening until we got there.

I've seen Bon Jovi in concert once before, and I think they are amazing. I think the last time I saw them, I wrote on this site that Jon Bon Jovi is sex personified. Two years later, I stand by that claim. While I was disappointed that he was wearing baggy cargo pants this time (last time, he was in tight velvety pants), he is still quite the hottie for an old guy. He has aged quite gracefully, and I still do not undersatnd how People magazine ever picks someone other than Jon Bon Jovi for the sexiest man alive. He's far more attractive than the effeminate Johnny Depp or Brad Pitt. For old men, the whole band exhibits great amounts of energy. Jon moves all over the stage, Ritchie sweated through three shirts, and Tico pounded on the drums, even with a cigarette hanging out of his mouth by the end of the show. They even threw in their rendition of Run Run Rudolph to get us in the holiday mood. They all seem to have so much fun up there, which could be part of why they've lasted over twenty years. They were one of the only hair bands of the 80's who survived haircuts and kept chugging along. They sold out last night's show so fast that they added another DC date for February. Last I checked, there were still tickets available. By the time we left last ight, my ears were ringing and my voice was half-gone after all of my singing along and screaming with glee. Definitely worth the price of the tickets. And I've even forgiven John for lying to me.