Garth. Part 2. The Part that matters.
The concert is at Caesar's Palace in the Colosseum theatre, late on Sunday evening. I am warned by my husband don't come back to the hotel wasted or crying (happy tears he's referring to). I am warned by Ticketmaster that this is a phone free concert. I'm a bit annoyed at that, seeing I just spent a mortgage payment on the tickets, I want to have hours of footage to reminisce on. But I can't change it so it is what it is. The show is on the day we land, so I am tired as hell by the time we eat dinner. We have been eating and drinking and swimming all day and it's finally time for me to walk to the venue. I know the Strip in Las Vegas very well so it takes me no time to get there. I'm early and the doors are still shut but the crowd is gathering. 4,100 other people waiting for the doors to open but I'm right at the front by the entrance when a lady walks by asking what seats I have. I tell her and she hands me a lanyard. ...