My Brush with the Shoulder of Fame

The night I got to touch Keith Urban was, quite simply, magical.

In fact, the whole way we got there was an act of God. The guy I bought my phone from at Verizon wanted to know if I liked country music to which I replied "Mmm...Eeeeh" but then when he said Keith Urban my reply was more like "Oh..Well YEAH" haha

Urban is currantly on tour with Sugarland, which (pardon the pun) sweetened the deal because I have recently become a HUGE fan of watching Jennifer, the girl from Sugarland, perform. She's got such stage presence and she really translates how much fun it is to be doing what she's doing on stage (a job I would pay to have, and by pay I mean bleed out blood if I had to).

The concert was well worth the hundreds of dollars others paid to be there complete with fantastical lighting and screens that, if laid flat, I'm sure half the auditorium could fit in. But that wasn't even the best part.

To be able to fully appreciate the best part, you must understand that my husband has a special love tucked away in his heart for the chicken sandwiches sold by the Coliseum. There were jokes made when I graduated in the Coliseum that he was going to stock up on sandwiches, but had they been actually selling these sandwiches, they wouldn't have been jokes...
While Keith was about 1/3 of the way through his set Dayton wanted to go get said chicken sandwich and I, wanting to walk about agreed to go with. As we were walking to the stairs (because our seats were on the floor *she says as she stretches with a nonchalant pride*)
Anyway as we were walking we saw a commotion to our left.

Turns out Urban left the stage the exact time we left our seats and arrived at the back near the sound booth at the exact same time we did causing us to be unwittingly in the way of where he was walking...I stuck out my hand, touched his sweaty shoulder and squealed like a 12 year old girl at a Miley Cyrus concert. I had touched the shoulder of fame.

At that point I thought the dream was over but no, there was a small stage set up right behind where I was standing so a 180 later I was directly in front of the man as he sang about three ballads then hoped back on the real stage. Magical.

I tell you, my shock and awe of how the whole thing fell into place that we would be there to touch him and everything just causes me to be that more amazed at the awesomeness of God. And it assured me in my little head that I am on the right track. I know that might sound out of left field to you, but there was nothing coincidental about that night, nothing. It was a prize package sent directly from heaven.

My renewed opinion of my now, you know, best buddy Keith is that he's a great singer, even better performer, sweats a-whole-lot, and is a tiny, tiny man. I know for a fact his right shoulder is super bony :)