It is a sad morning indeed. Had I started my blog earlier in the year than I did in 06', no doubt everyone would have been privy to just how ridiculously twitterpated I am with Taylor Hicks. From the very moment I laid eyes on him on American Idol last year, I was a goner. The phrase "He had me at hello" springs to mind, although it is perhaps misplaced here since he's never actually greeted me before. So, I'll just say he had me with his harmonica and it just got better from there.
On to the reason for my malaise this Thursday morning. Although I was fortunate enough to be able to see Mr. Hicks and the rest of the "Top Ten" on tour at the Excel Energy Center last year with my girl Stacy, I was very much looking forward to seeing him solo at Mystic Lake on Sunday night. A friend at work and I began talking about it months ago, when we first learned he would be there. Unfortunately, it left our busy minds and by the time we remembered that we had forgotten (a couple weeks ago), the "Soul Patrol" was already sold out. Our last ditch efforts are not paying off either, so it is a sulky morning.
And to think that maybe THIS time I would have actually been able to give him the flowers that I was too stinkin' far away to give him last year. Don't fret Taylor, our day is near.
1 comment:
I am sorry you will miss Mr. Hicks. I will not be going to the top 10 concert this year, so if you go, you will be going solo (at least not with me). I refuse to pay money to see Sanjaya and Haley. Bad news!
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