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this night is sparkling, don’t you let it go…

it was finally taylor time.

i’ve been waiting for taylor swift since february, when her tickets sold.

taylor swift is my guilty pleasure.

she’s fun.

she’s quirky.

she’s cool.

she’s sweet.

and her upbeat songs make me sing and dance in my car, which i’m sure gives my fellow drivers on the road a little bit of entertainment. just a little.

my best friend, gus, took these pictures of my friend, tiam, and i before we headed out. i ruined a perfect picture of tiam in that second shot of us, but i’m posting it up anyways. gus is such the photographer. sometimes the pictures he takes of us when he’s joking around turn out to the be the best ones…like that third picture!

we now interrupt this blog to introduce my favorite concert partner, tiam…

in a previous blog, i had introduced you all to tony, my wedding date.

tiam is my concert date.

here are a few pictures of us on our concert dates…

BRITNEY SPEARS, MARCH 31, 2009

TORI AMOS, JULY 25, 2009

we looked rough this day because we had sat for HOURS to do the tori meet and greet and then attended the concert…so there was a lot of sun, dehydration, and sweat involved in this day.

BRITNEY SPEARS, JULY 13, 2011

stay tuned for tori amos, december 22, 2011…

so back to taylor swift.

i’m not even going to post pictures of our adventure on the way to the COWBOYS STADIUM because i took over 400 pictures of the concert and i have to narrow them down…

when we were headed to the stadium, tiam checked her navigation to get an ETA for us and we were scheduled to arrive at 6:30 p.m…….

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……we did not arrive at the cowboys stadium parking lot until past 8 p.m.!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

from the traffic on the ramp of 35 to the construction on 35 to the accident on 35 right before our exit to the traffic going through the texas rangers ballpark to get to the stadium, we had arrived just in time to listen to 3.5 seconds of taylor’s last opening act’s performance before they began to set her stage up…

so here you go.

TAYLOR SWIFT’S SPEAK NOW TOUR

Hi, I’m Taylor. I’ve been alive for 21 years now, and I finally have my own kitchen. I’m very excited about this, and generally excited by anything else that falls into the “cute” or “cozy” categories. I learned to play guitar when I was twelve fro m this guy named Ronnie who came over to fix my parents’ computer. I like quilts. But that’s probably because I’m always freezing cold. I LOVE Nashvil…le. That’s where I live, when I’m lucky enough to be there. I love the town so much, I sometimes feel like I should just roll the windows down in my car (nicknamed the Toyoat. Because it’s a Toyota) and scream “I LOVE THIS TOWN” loudly out the windows. That wouldn’t be weird, right? Every time I try and wink at someone, I mess it up and end up scaring people. My lucky number always has been and always will be 13. It pops up in front of me in the most obvious and undeniable ways, but only when something good is about to happen. I’m a Sagittarius. I think that means I’m always looking for something new. It also means I have a Christmas-themed birthday party every year. I love bright colors and things that make reality seem more whimsical than it is. I have a collection of ribbons and headbands, and I love them all the same. I over-think and over-plan and over-organize. I’ve been like this since I was a baby, before I was gigantically tall and over-talkative.

These days, I’ve been trying to classify my thoughts into two categories: “Things I can change,” and “Things I can’t.” It seems to help me sort through what to really stress about. But there I go again, over-planning and over-organizing my over-thinking! I write songs about my adventures and misadventures, most of which concern love. Love is a tricky business. But if it wasn’t, I wouldn’t be so enthralled with it. Lately I’ve come to a wonderful realization that makes me even more fascinated by it: I have no idea what I’m doing when it comes to love. No one does! There’s no pattern to it, except that it happens to all of us, of course. I can’t plan for it. I can’t predict how it’ll end up. Because love is unpredictable and it’s frustrating and it’s tragic and it’s beautiful. And even though there’s no way to feel like I’m an expert at it, it’s worth writing songs about — more than anything else I’ve ever experienced in my life.

I’ve apparently been the victim of growing up, which apparently happens to all of us at one point or another. It’s been going on for quite some time now, without me knowing it. I’ve found that growing up can mean a lot of things. For me, it doesn’t mean I should become somebody completely new and stop loving the things I used to love. It means I’ve just added more things to my list. Like for example, I’m still beyond obsessed with the winter season and I still start putting up strings of lights in September. I still love sparkles and grocery shopping and really old cats that are only nice to you half the time. I still love writing in my journal and wearing dresses all the time and staring at chandeliers. But some new things I’ve fallen in love with — mismatched everything. Mismatched chairs, mismatched colors, mismatched personalities. I love spraying perfumes I used to wear when I was in high school. It brings me back to the days of trying to get a close parking spot at school, trying to get noticed by soccer players, and trying to figure out how to avoid doing or saying anything uncool, and wishing every minute of every day that one day maybe I’d get a chance to win a Grammy. Or something crazy and out of reach like that. 😉 I love old buildings with the paint chipping off the walls and my dad’s stories about college. I love the freedom of living alone, but I also love things that make me feel seven again. Back then naivety was the norm and skepticism was a foreign language, and I just think every once in a while you need fries and a chocolate milkshake and your mom. I love picking up a cookbook and closing my eyes and opening it to a random page, then attempting to make that recipe. I’ve loved my fans from the very first day, but they’ve said things and done things recently that make me feel like they’re my friends — more now than ever before. I’ll never go a day without thinking about our memories together.

For the last two years, I’ve been writing and recording an album called Speak Now. I only have the option of writing about things that happen in my life, so thankfully a LOT has happened in my life in the last two years. I know I don’t always say the right thing at the right time or speak up when I should, but I write it all down. I get my guitar and a pen and all of a sudden, I have a chance to say exactly what I meant to say in real life. Some of the things I wrote about are things everyone saw me go through. Some of the things I wrote about are things nobody ever knew about. I’m beyond excited for you to hear these stories and confessions.

I think it’s important that you know that I will never change. But I’ll never stay the same either. Must be a Sagittarius thing.

I’m pretty stoked that you read this whole thing. I commend you for that. This was ridiculously long, and you probably have other stuff you could’ve done in the last four minutes. So to you, or anyone else who has spent four minutes on me in some way– listening to just one song, or watching one of my videos….Thank you. I love you like I love sparkles and having the last word. And that’s real love.

–Taylor Swift

shoe inspiration of the blog: COWBOY BOOTS!!!

the concert was great, despite the nightmare that we went through to get there. i was surprised that i still had my voice by the end of the night. as some of you know, i had suffered the tragic loss of my favorite digital camera that my parents gifted me, so i was stuck using my little 5 megapixel kodak. i was worried that i wouldn’t capture good shots but i did. well, that’s what taking 400 pics gets you-a good 100 or so. we were on the floor level, and i was stoked because there were a ton of kids, so i figured i’d have a good view……UM, NO. i totally forgot that kids are short, too, and they would stand on the chairs. ugh. thank you, jumbo gigantic ridiculously huge screen. i felt bad for the mother and little girl next to me because security wouldn’t let the little girl stand on her chair. her mother argued and said, “well, those girls in front of us are standing on theirs!” the security guard said, “that’s not my section.” that’s mean. i offered to have her daughter sit on the end (yes, tiam, i offered her your seat!) so she wouldn’t be blocking anyone behind her but she declined and looked defeated. i felt bad. i felt sorry for all the boyfriends that went to the concert. i noticed a few of them with the “what the heck am i doing here?” face. it was sweet and hilarious. see, that’s what tiam is for-so boyfriends don’t need to go through that with me. taylor did a cover of “boys of summer” under her tree and her guest for the night was B.o.B. and they sang “airplanes” which was cool! i especially liked her “speak now” bit (the pictures with the bride in it) and her “better than revenge” bit (in her glittery red dress, she kept moving around real fast so i couldn’t get many pics of her)…and all the songs before those and after. =) during her encore performance, she busted out a dallas cowboys jersey that had her last name and 13 on it. i now want that jersey. the lines to get a taylor shirt were painfully thick, so i didn’t get to snag one. a little bird told me that her shirts online are all sold out. of course they are. that’s my luck.

after the concert, we sat in my car for an hour before we left the parking lot.

next time we go to the cowboys stadium for anything, we’re taking a helicopter.

for sure.

xoxo

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One thought on “this night is sparkling, don’t you let it go…

  1. Love this weeks blog and FINALLY you put cowboy boots as your inspiration! Hello you do live in Texas! LoL ❤ ya sierra!

    NEXT YEARTAYLOR IM THERE!

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