because I know you are all anxiously awaiting to hear the details...here they are.
and let me just say: this weekend did not disappoint. at all. (except for the Wynn buffet free meal we had to forgo due to a 1.40 min wait)
without further ado, here are all the nitty-gritty details.
Packed the kids up (complete with hostess gifts for uncle, aunt, and cousins alike) . Miss A couldn't stop asking when she was going to get to my sister's house. Which, eventually we made it. Pulling off without the two kiddos was hard. But more for me than them. They adore their cousins, and miss A is already requesting to go back and visit.
Off we went, talking & enjoying each others company. Nothing like a long road trip with just the 2 of us. (in case you want to know, I make him sing out load to my music, and listen to me process through minute details of home redecorating ideas) Then, before we knew it Bug and I had arrived in Beaver. And for my family, that means a stop at the Kan Kun (terrible name, wonderful food). I had Bug lean out his window amongst the snow flakes to take a picture just for you.
After our delicious meal, off again we were. Next stop: St. George. And not straight to the hotel for us, but straight to the outlets. Picked up several fun items for everyone. Then to the hotel (a dive on the blvd) and then a walking trip to Nielsen's. More deliciousness.
In the a.m. Bug was off to hunt down the daily kill at the local continental breakfast. He returned with 2 pieces of burnt toast & one crumpled waffle (which he ate). To make up for eating the only prized waffle he humored me by perusing a consignment shop close to our hotel. Those of you who frequent St. George: how cool is Urban Renewal? Bug & I both fell in love with some treasures. (pictures of those to come later)
After fulfilling our love for the recyclables, we headed off to Vegas. (I am sure I got consistently more obnoxious as I became a human count down time ticker to Mr. Brooks) Upon arrival, we did a session at the Vegas Temple. Beautiful. And fun not to rush through anything to get home to the kids...
After a quick lunch, we were on the strip. Upon passing the Wynn, I leaned out the window to take a picture of Garth. (Rachel, this is when you sent your well-wishes)
We checked into our hotel at the Venetian (totally fun to stay there) and meandered about. Bug was kind enough to buy me a Garth magnet for the fridge (a lot classier than the big tee shirt I wanted with all his tour dates on the back I am told). Vegas sure has a lot to entertain, doesn't it?
But soon enough, we were back getting ready for the big concert (which didn't start until 10:30). For the curious, we needed picture id's, wrist bands, stamps with invisible ink, and good ol' fashioned tickets. And per my own preference: my boots.
No pictures were allowed in the concert, so here we are in our room right before we left. Can you feel my excitement gushing out through the photo?
Okay. Concert time. How can I even convey the wonderfulness of it all? Garth was late starting by about 15 minutes. And as we sat waiting in the little theater with our other 1498 friends ,all that appeared on the stage was a water bottle, mic and guitar. I think I lost my voice the first few minutes when Garth walked on the stage. The overall rundown: it was just him, and only him. Which was a.m.a.z.i.n.g. He has an incredible voice. (as we all know) and he played for well over 2 hours. Audience member shouted out requests, Garth told jokes, sang us all his favorite songs (and then some), told us the inspiration to his music, and halfway through invited his wife (Trisha Yearwood) to come out on stage and sing a couple of her songs. Did I say it was amazing? Because it was. I feel like I know Garth now after such an intimate concert. When he sang Shameless accapella...oh. my. word. What a talented & humble man. How does he stay so grounded?
Okay, I'll keep it to that for now. If you want more details about the concert I will be happy to oblige.
Sunday upon leaving Vegas we made it a point to visit our favorite History channel show Pawn Stars. Tell me you've seen it. (the much hipper and saucier version of Antiques Road Show)
And on the way home, more forced singing-out-loud, Bug nearly running out of gas (don't worry he followed behind a big semi to get maximum wind resistance), eating at Garden of Eatin' (once again: terrible name, good food), and finally & eventually we made it back to our little ones. They were both excited to see us, as were we.
And now, laundry is drying, suitcases are unpacked, and everyone is adjusting back to normal.
I want you to know that if you ever get the chance to see Garth at the Wynn in the next year or so...take it. Trust me. Me, my boots, and my hubby all were entirely pleased.
I wonder when I'll stop geeking out about it all? And as for you, Bucket List: you may officially cross "See Garth Brooks in Concert" off.
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