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Bon Jovi

I was never really into the big hair bands. Except for a little Def Lepard, a lot of Bon Jovi, and, okay, so REO Speedwagon had big hair for awhile but, really. Who could blame them? All their contemporaries were doing it. I made my feeble attempts.
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At least I got the purple eyeshadow and the line of severe blush on my cheekbone.

Eventually, the big hair bands dissolved into history. Because really, big hair was a bad idea. But Bon Jovi was never a bad idea. Except his big hair days (shudder).

Tuesday night I cashed in on the Christmas present my husband gave to me. I let Jon Bon Jovi flash his perfect smile at me. *snicker-snort* I let him serenade Livin' on a Prayer and Always. And I danced like it was 1989 while singing at the top of my lungs.

Embarrassed? No way. I was in good company with the rest of the middle age audience. Some of whom hadn't gotten the memo: Big hair is history. And good riddance.
If you squint, you can see Scott and I. Squint really, really hard and maybe you'll see Jon.

Comments

  1. Kristina P.March 24, 2011 at 8:15 AM

    You guys are so cool.

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  2. ToniaMarch 24, 2011 at 8:48 AM

    Bon Jovi was my very first concert ever. I had moderately big bangs at the time.

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  3. HeidiMarch 24, 2011 at 9:27 AM

    I can't BELIEVE you went without me. I took you BACKSTAGE at REO! We stole food from the GREEN ROOM! I took a picture of you hugging KEVIN CRONIN! And Juice Newton too. Aaaaaaarrrrggghhh!

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  4. HeidiMarch 24, 2011 at 9:28 AM

    P.S. I think your hair was bigger than you remember it. I have pictures of that too. Mmmmwwaaaaahaaahaaa.

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  5. Lisa @ Pulsipher PageMarch 24, 2011 at 11:06 AM

    I love a good Bon Jovi story!

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  6. KlinMarch 24, 2011 at 7:35 PM

    You give Love a bad name! Not you, really. The song.

    I love me some Def Leppard! They totally rock in concert even after all these years.

    So glad you had fun!

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  7. M-CatMarch 24, 2011 at 8:19 PM

    I heard it was an amazing concert and his rendition of Hallelujah is second to none.

    And I would LOVE to bring big hair back!

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  8. JoanMarch 25, 2011 at 7:29 PM

    I loved big hair...still do and hope it comes back. LOL

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  9. CountessLaurieApril 15, 2011 at 7:07 AM

    Okay, so I am going to date (and embarrass) myself here.

    I saw Bon Jovi (for the first time) when they opened for Ratt.

    Okay, going to hang my head in the big hair shame... and I won't tell you that I am listening to power ballads on AOL right.this.minute.

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  10. BLHmistressJune 24, 2011 at 9:09 AM

    I squinted I think I saw him, I am a Jovi Addict and proud of it :) saw them last year on their circle tour didn't get to see them this time around.

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