So Carrie Underwood came to Halifax over the weekend. Since we usually just get should-be-retired rock ‘n rollers and people lauded for their songwriting skills in the 70s who I’m not cultured enough to appreciate, I welcomed the coming of an American Idol product with open arms and wicked seats.
Here’s the short version for you skimmers – I know you’re there and I want you to know that it hurts: yes, she showed off her killer legs; yes, she sounds incredible live; no, I did not get to touch her; and no, I was not handed a restraining order.
Little Big Town opened and they were the best opening act I’ve ever seen (of the four or five concerts I’ve been to) plus they have a swoonable band member who often came near us on the catwalk while rocking the edgy, three unbuttoned buttons dress shirt. SWOON.
Then Carrie came out and made them look like a pile of Nashville garbage.
Just kidding, they were seriously awesome and I’m excited for their new album being released this week!
But seriously seriously…garbage compared to Carrie.
Much to the delight of the halfway-to-Drag-Queen-gay in front of us, she came out already in thigh-high boots, hitting many a high note exactly as good as she sounds on her albums. That’s one benefit of attending a concert of someone who made it in the business by singing live.
I was proudly one of those horrible people who stood for the entire concert including costume changes, extended band solos with Carrie off-stage, video interludes, etc. I don’t even feel bad about it either especially since somewhere amidst the dancing, I ended up with three seats despite no one having left the row. I take that to mean that I’m all kinds of awesome.
In all seriousness, the seat takeover was much appreciated since at first we were wedged in between a larger woman and a man who sat like his testicles were the size of coconuts. You know the one; he’s all over the subways and park benches.
She didn’t do her cover of Alone by Heart which sort of made me die on the inside but she did do Paradise City in its entirety which made my pop-cover-loving-soul whole again. Plus there was mucho confetti at the end that rained upon us like little recycled garbage bag kisses from Carrie herself…
I will cherish those plastic flakes of love in many inappropriate ways.
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Tia: Five days wasn't enough?
Canadiandoubles: Work every angle. Advice to live by.
Peter: If you set their expectations low by kicking it off with underwear? It's easy to pleasantly surprise.
I love how you took everyday occurrences (wearing boxers and crawling into bed with some brunette chick) and made it art.
Well played indeed.
Excellent, I also won roommate of the year. It was more of a default though as I saved our place from burning down…twice. High fives for everyone.
-timoteo
i wish we were roommates.
Just found your blog, and I love it
I love the part about staring at your roommate in the middle of the night. So funny. My one roommate in college was not quite as understanding. She definitely didn't get a kick out of my drunken conquests, or my boyfriend and his friend scaling the building like drunken Spidermen to *try* and sneak in through the balcony sliding doors. Oh well!
You, my friend, are an amazing writer! You don't just write words – you write art. You use your font and spacing and text size to add another dimension of feeling to your writing. I also love how many layers there are to your thoughts. There is a surface story… and then there is a lot more going on. You convey your feelings without stating them outright – you lead your readers to a conclusion without telling them to go there. Anyway, since my comment sounds more like a review, I'll give you 10 gold stars.
boxers are so sexy! nuff said
briefs, huh?
like…boxer briefs? or tightie whities? or something a tad more classy….? (I hope)
HAHAHAHA.OMG. This is just too funny! Btw, the toothpaste thing had me cracking up!!!
PS: Nice pics.
The first two comments on this had me rolling. For reals.
Those pictures are really cute! Haha wow, your life has never at any point been boring, or uninteresting.
I thought you kinda looked like James van der Beek from Dawson's Creek…
This is such a fantastic story for multiple reasons. Which leads me to believe that roommate stories like this? Are the best.
And those of us who were blessed enough to have good roommates all have a few random stories like this. However, none of mine involve mistaking boxers on the floor for my own..
You are such a naughty monkey! Which is why we love you!!
You sleeping together with her would be something I would give you multiple high fives for.
And why briefs now?:p
I don't know what my favorite part of this story is – the toothpaste, you staring at her in a really creepy way in the middle of the night, or finding your boxers on the floor.
It's just all too good.
Oh, Ben. I don't know what I love most about this story:
1) her boyfriend was going to kill me. 2) that might be kind of hot.
OR
the fact that you look a little like a late 90's Backstreet Boy Brian in the first pic.
I love Carrie Underwood’s recently released video – Undo It. Astonishing that carrie was unheard of just a couple of years ago.