It seems true that time heals all wounds. I have, in the past, despised Bret Michaels. Multiple times, even. First, he was the lead singer of a band I actively disliked. Then, years later, he was the focus of a television show where a number of trashy women competed in exploitative contests to win his favor (and I'm fairly sure he was married at the time). Whatever; there are open marriages and I shouldn't judge. (So I usually just avoid, instead.)
Well, curiosity caused me to watch the Celebrity Apprentice this season, but to see how awkward Rod Blagojevich would be in front of a camera (even with producers and editors behind it). An unexpected side effect is that I actually grew to like Bret Michaels, who ultimately won. He cried when he got the news that his daughter might have type 1 diabetes like he does. He actually died during the run of the show but came back in time for the live finale episode. Most importantly, he worked really, really hard. I can't believe he's hard up for money, so he must just have that work ethic, which I can appreciate.
You're probably wondering what any of this has to do with the title of this post. Well, guess who is headlining on the big Saturday night slot of the fair. Yep, Bret Michaels. Do I like him enough to sit through a whole set of Poison songs? Hell no. I'll be enjoying some cheese on a stick and a beer in the International Pavilion.
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