Sorry I’m a bit late on today’s post. I’m blaming it on the heat overloading my
brain waves. Today’s post is supposed to be on the hottest book I’ve read or movie I’ve seen, but I couldn’t choose, so I may be subjecting myself to a flogging from the other foxes and the hound for doing this, but I’m going with the hottest concert by my favorite band, Bon Jovi.
One year ago today, I left San Antonio to move to Florida. Two days prior to this, I flew up to Louisville, Kentucky just to catch a Bon Jovi show. (Okay, so I had a friend in another band also playing at the same music festival, but still…) I’m not one of those delusional, take-out-a-restraining-order-on-you kind of fans, and I know it was crazy to go
with a major move just days away, but I’d known about that concert for months. And well, with a friend who had a backstage pass available for me, how could I not go?
Talk about scorching! Louisville held its own with Florida and Texas in both heat and humidity. Whereas I sweat like most mere mortals, Jon Bon Jovi shines and glistens all god-like in that kind of soupy atmosphere. If you consider his role as a dedicated husband, father and philanthropist, his hotness quotient skyrockets. Not to mention that
his band puts on an amazing show. And they do it without all the ritzy, glittery costumes and back up dancers. (Cough, cough, Britney Spears, cough, cough, Lady Gaga.) I don’t know how the band kept up their energy in such a draining heat, but they were fantastic.
So tell me, what’s the hottest concert you’ve attended?