Please do not attempt the fluffy hair thing...

...that I wrote about on this post.

Or at least do not attempt it before attending a concert.

I am firmly convinced that it is somehow attracting people to me that are...ummmm...smelly.

Same story as Trans-Siberian Orchestra.

We got to the venue for Sara Evans.

I was all kinds of wiggly in excitement because her voice is so wonderful.

Two empty seats to the right of me.

I keep telling my husband to keep his fingers crossed.

Show starts.

Sara is amazing.

Two women start down the aisle. I look up. Uh oh. They are the sisters to the guy I sat by at TSO. OK, I tell myself to be positive. I look again.

They are carrying big armloads of food including popcorn and hotdogs topped with chili and raw onions.

The people around us are sniffing in disgust.

What? What is this? How can this be?

Go away bad people.

Leave.

They squash me going by and the hovering scent of raw onion and chili makes me feel slightly less holiday-like.

My husband leans over to the woman on his left. They talk.

I am squashed.

I am mad.

I am cursing my fluffy hair which has, obviously caused this, cuz before I knew the fluffy hair trick this never happened to me.

I look to my left and my husband and scooted down four seats to his left. The woman next to him saw what was happening and accomodated his request!

Oh hooray!

I love him!

He is my hero.

I scoot down and leave a four seat buffer between me and additional chili/onion stench!

Hooray

The show is wonderful.

She sings amazingly well.

I am blown away by her versions of the Little Drummer Boy, Oh Come all Ye Faithful and Oh Holy Night!

And no nostril cells were damaged in the pursuit of this musical magic.

Go me!

But I'm thinking next Friday when we go to see Guy Fieri I'm gonna just let my hair hang down like stick hair. Why risk it three times in a row?

Sigh...