....but the other night i could have shot Garth Brooks.
I had heard that Garth Books lived in town. My office mate's girlfriend, his girlfriend's mother, and his girfriend's sister have all seen him.
But the other night was my moment. He wasn't all dressed up like a cowboy and that was a little disappointing. He was just in a ball cap, t-shirt, and jeans. He was also not as tall as i thought he would be. I did not bother saying hi. I was eating and explaining to my girlfriend how useless a marriage license is.
A couple of my friends suggested that I call him by his wrong name. The funniest name suggested was Lyle Lovett. Now that would have been somthing worth blogging about.