Tuesday, June 12, 2012

Confessions From a Country Concert.

I seriously had one of the most rad weekends I've had in a long time.  I'm not even kidding.  And I'm not afraid nor ashamed to use the word "rad".  That's one of the best parts about being over 40 - you can just say crap and not care if it's cool or not.

First paragraph and I'm already off track. Also one of the worst things about being over 40.

Anyway.

In short, my best friend Anita ended up having an extra ticket to the Tim McGraw/Kenny Chesney Brothers of the Sun concert.  

Tim McGraw, y'all.  Enough said I do believe.

Anyhoo, I've compiled a list of a few confessions I have about Saturday's concert.

Confession #1. I've never really been to a concert.

It's true. ::insert snickering here: I've been to ...um....southern gospel concerts. ::insert more snickering here:: and I've been to...

...a Hilary Duff concert. ::insert raucous laughter here:: Oh I wish I were kidding, but alas, I am not. I took my Madgirl when she was but a mere 11 or 12 years old.  It was fun and all, but not exactly what I'd call a concert for adults.

To say I  WE were excited about this little adventure was a complete and total understatement.
 Example:

I couldn't imagine any other person I'd rather spend my first concert with.  We did our fair share of mischief making in college so I felt it was only appropriate to share this rite of passage with my partner in crime.  Well as much 'crime' as you can get into in a small Baptist college. We managed though.

Confession #2. We tailgated.

Anita is a concert attending veteran so I was able to feel like one of the cool kids on my first time out with some of her friends that were tailgating. Let me just say this - tailgating is great fun, y'all and frankly, had it not been 156 degrees outside I could've stayed out there all day!

Yellow and purple Solo cups! Aren't they cute!

Tailgaters are an interesting breed. They are happy and fun and willing to share anything and everything.  Maybe a little too much.

Confession #3.  Concerts are loud.  

I'm sorry, let me rephrase that... Concerts are LOUD!! And apparently I am old in regards to that.  It bothered me at first and then as the night wore on I became more and more used to it.  And THEN, at some point in the night everyone began to sound like the Munchkins from The Wizard of Oz. 

I'm not kidding! I truly thought I had permanently damaged my hearing at one point. I suppose it could quite humorous to spend the rest of your life hearing Munchkin voices all the time. But then I realized at some point I'd probably have to kill someone and that sort of thing is usually frowned upon.



By the time the concert was over, mine and Anita's conversations were going something like this:

Anita: Man, Kenny Chesney was so awesome! (Anita is a Kenny lover)
Me: HUH?
Anita: I loved Kenny Chesney!
Me: Yea, the boy certainly knows how to put on a show!
Anita: What?

Then we laughed hysterically at how old and dumb we were.

Confession #4.  I prayed to not get the stinky stall.

This particular confession holds true for all people in all situations, but I'm gonna go ahead and put it out there for this particular instance because somebody just needs to say it.

While waiting in line to use the bathroom at the concert, I was secretly praying not to get the smelly stall.  You know everybody can smell it and I'm pretty sure heaven's gates were being inundated with prayers for deliverance from that particular stall.  We all knew it was there because we could smell it, but everybody stood there all cool like while refraining from plugging their noses and saying, "sheeeeewwweee".

If you're prone to that sort of explosive bathroom behavior then I think I'm pretty safe in saying you probably need to stay away from the Ultimate Nachos at popular concert venues.

Confession #5. I judged way too many people's apparel choices at this concert.

People watching is a favorite of mine and this particular night happened to be a goldmine liken to that of the People of Walmart.  Minus the pajama bottoms.

Let me say this. Just because you have a cute pair of shorts and an even cuter pair of cowboy boots does not necessarily mean that it is entirely appropriate for you to wear them together.

In other words, if your thighs are dented, please refrain from the public wearing of bootie shorts. You may end up as blog fodder.

Confession #6. I sang my guts out.  

Even when I didn't know all the words and sang a large portion of them wrong, I still sang my guts out.  So not only did I  go home deaf, but hoarse as well.

It was well worth it.

Confession #7. I enjoy laughing at drunk people.  

And to tell you the truth, there were a lot of them that night.  

Never having been to a concert like that (obviously there was no alcohol at Hilary Duff - although it might have made it more bearable), I really didn't realize just how much people consumed! Holy Moses! 

I don't have a problem with a casual drink.  I've said it before and I'll say it again, I love Jesus, but I drink a little.  But what I don't understand is paying big bucks for tickets to the THEE concert of the summer and then getting so drunk you probably don't remember it. That makes no sense to me.  

However, watching you be drunk was great entertainment and anytime you want to make a fool of yourself publicly, I'll be happy to watch and then blog about it.

Confession #8.  The old gray mare ain't what she used to be.

We went to bed a 1 am and I was wiped out.  For the entirety of the next day as well.  And maybe even into Monday.  I'm realizing more and more that the girl who could stay up all night in college, take an exam the next day and then go work a 5 hour shift is...GONE!  Somebody give me some coffee and Advil because I just can't cut it anymore. HA!




We danced, we sang, we laughed hard and had way too good of time, if there even is such a thing. 

But the biggest thing I received from this weekend was friendship.  It's good to know that true friends stand the test of time.  True friends can pick up where they've left off.  And true friends will shush you when you're talking smack about someone walking in front of you a little too loudly.


3 comments:

  1. I could just imagine every detail!!! LOL! Glad you guys remember how to have a great time, and to be truthful: I am pretty sure that even way back in the day we never really could pull all that off, we just didn't care! :) Oh, and we were better at blowing off responsibility. Hard to do now that you have to be the one teaching it. At any rate, enjoyed reading and missed you! (Miss Anita, too........ )

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  2. Oh Michelle you had me laughing from the very start. And even as I'm typing this, there's a smile on my face. Thanks for entertaining me :)

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  3. Oh my goodness!!! That was spot on! It made me laugh again as I remembered every detail...you are soo funny! Luv ya, my friend!!

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