Back in June, I bought Julie two tickets for an October 30 Carrie Underwood concert. It was a nice birthday present.
The plan was that she would be able to take a friend.
Then that friend had her own change of plans.
So I was the substitute.
Me and Carrie Underwood? Not really.
It’s actually not the first time I’ve taken one for the team.
Back in the 80s, when we were newly married, I took Julie to see soap opera star turned rocker wannabe Jack Wagner.
Twice.
To hear Jack’s signature sound, check here.
What’s funny about this more recent sacrifice?
I liked the concert. A lot.