This girl was maybe early 30s and had on a very revealing camisole-like shirt that essentially opened in the front. The tattoo was obvious, it was an elaborate vines and butterflies thing that essentially winded its way across her back. I only said "nice tattoo, very elaborate". So no, I didn't say...want to show me your tramp stamp? he he he. It was interesting because that opened up a fairly long discussion. I found out about where she got it, how long it took to do, that she was from out of town and won her tickets on a radio show, and that her friend just loved Keith Urban. If she weren't married I might have hit on her more. She did keep turning around and talking during the show when it would get quiet.
If you are curious, yes, I called today to tell my X about the concert. She also dropped her cell phone in some water the other night and I wanted to see if she had a plan for having one when she goes to her concert on Friday. Yes, I'm a worry wart. She's this teeny little thing going to the big city by herself. I can get a little paternal.
In the end, it's not the years in your life that count. It's the life in your years. Abraham Lincoln
It is hard to fail, but it is worse never to have tried to succeed. Theodore Roosevelt
