Reunited with MY Keith Urban

So I've been gone for a bit again. I don't know what's wrong with me, aside from being busy, but I think I hide sometimes from blogging because it forces me to admit to stuff I don't feel like dealing with. But that's fodder for another post. I have no trouble bragging to you about a date I had last Saturday with a cute guy named Keith.

Keith and I go way back. Our eyes locked years ago as he walked across the stage at an award show to joke with Canadian country singer, Paul Brandt. I saw the twinkle in his eye and knew that the wink he sent was for me. I struggled with him through the years as he worked his way from the background, supporting better-known artists with his fantastic guitar playing, but I knew he was meant for bigger and better things (me). He was ever-elusive, but I knew that he was trying to tell me that he wanted to be near me. Like the time I was staying at a hotel in Hamilton, Ontario and I was visiting its spa. My masseuse told me that she had just worked on Keith the day before in this very room!! (Let's forget that my husband was with me. He doesn't count though, because he was too busy getting a pedicure to pay any notice to our conversation). I understood when he married Nicole. She could offer him something I never could. Marriage for one (I AM already taken, don't forget). But also, the publicity he so desperately needed to become the superstar he deserved to be. So I watched from afar as he shot to fame, as he graced the tabloid covers because of his internal battles (we know he was pining for me) and I was proud that he named his daughter in a tribute to me.. his love in Canada. Because hey, I love Sundays and roses and I am sure he knew that, hence the name, Sunday Rose.

And last Saturday he found his way back to me. I think I may have thrown him off a bit because I forgot to tell him I moved from Ontario to Calgary three years ago, but he found me nonetheless.

I took a few girlfriends with me (Lisa, Monique and Devon) and we had an awesome time. Lady Antebellum opened the show and they were fantastic. When Keith took to the stage, my heart stopped. As beautiful as ever. As kind, as joyous and as talented as I remembered. Mid-way through the show, I saw him clambering through the crowds towards ME!! He continued to sing and I could tell that he was trying to serenade me, but was getting blocked by crazy stalker fans, who were trying to prevent our reunion. Who the hell do they think they are? Did they really think a superstar like Keith would really want to be with, let alone, be near them? Some crazy fan strangers? He reached a platform and alas, we had to accept that it was as close as we could get. But his song touched me and we both knew that it would have to be enough this time. Especially since my girlfriends would probably rat me out to Jonathan if we took things too far.



I will never forget this show. It was magical. But I have come to realize that I prefer my humble life as a housewife and mom to these three crazy kids of mine, than to have to put up with all the jealous women out there who would continue to cause problems for Keith and I. I also realized that he is a lot more wee than I remembered and Jonathan could really kick his fellow Kiwi ass in a duel (.....over me. Now there's a fantasy.)



If you get a chance to see him in concert, I'll share him. I promise it's money well spent.
P.S. The woman in the photo is not really me. See the lengths crazies will go to, to get his attention? She masqueraded as ME!