December 5. Day 340. Impress me much

The only thing more unlikely than me finding myself at a Shania Twain concert is finding myself there with my friend Christy.
And yet ... there we were.
Christy was given the tickets by a friend who won them.
So as someone who has no expectations, indeed no real knowledge of Shania, here are my observations:

• The girl can sing and works the room well
• Not everyone should wear leopard print ... even in honour of a pop princess
• No-one should wear a unitard covered in sequins, especially not teamed with fringed suede boots. EVER
• Really cool video projections may look impressive but they seem strangely out of place at a concert
• Shania looks bloody good for a woman my age... jealous
• I actually knew far more Shania songs than I realised
• The crowd seemed excited but reserved at the same time
• The Shania fan base is very diverse
• Boondall continues to be Brisbane's worst live music venue.

So am I sorry I went? No. Would I go to another Shania concert? Probably not, unless Christy rang with free tickets.
And if I was to go again, I'd find out what the whole leopard print thing was about first.