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.