I entered a contest just a few minutes ago. The method of entering was to post in the comments section of Pioneer Woman and mention any live concert where I had been present. At the time, I could only think of a Chicago concert presented by the Youth Fair plus a couple of Broadway musicals that traveled here to the semi-tropics. I forgot completely about visiting the Grand Ole Opry when we went to visit J's brother in Nashville. It didn't "take" as I am still not a fan.
Perhaps it was a Freudian slip of memory or maybe it was that the temperature that evening was announced on public media as five below zero. I was dressed in layers underneath an overcoat that was bought here in the semi-tropics. It wasn't heavy enough. Twice as many layers plus mukluks and a parka would not have been heavy enough.
Possibly that was the lifetime nadir of my being cold. Certainly, I hope so . . .
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Sounds as if it was too cold for a music concert to me. Even on vacation.
We were huddling around the fireplace just to survive. It was very bad; it was the coldest I had been. We were foolish to go visit the GOO when it was that cold. Very few people were there. They were the die hard fans then there was us. With temperatures that cold I will never be a fan.
At least, after the Opry you could still hear. I once went to a NKOTB concert when the girls were in scouting. The shrill little girl shrieks from their fans caused one of my ears to close up and ever since then, I lose the hearing in that ear when exposed to loud noises. So far, it always comes back. Huh? Huh?
I thought it was too cold for a concert, too. But J's brother bought the tickets as a treat. Attendance was necessary that being the case. Inside the building was fine. But, I spent the whole time dreading the trek back to the car.
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