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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.

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

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

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  4. 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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  5. 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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  6. I loved big hair...still do and hope it comes back. LOL

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  7. 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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  8. 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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