Lady Antebellum Concert

Posted: June 23, 2014 in Uncategorized

As you are all aware I went to a Lady Antebellum concert on Saturday. I am not a huge country fan. Before you get your panties in a bunch, let me explain. Even though I am not huge country fan, I respect anyone that is able to make a living doing something they enjoy, especially after writing my own book. Any artist that is willing put their stuff out there for the world to see has some brass balls, and I totally respect you. Ok, now that that is over.

I explained to my friend that in order for me to handle this concert she was going to have to get me drunk, which isn’t that hard being that I am such a light weight. We start our night at the Cheesecake Factory. Anyone on Twitter was aware of this fact, as I seem to have a penchant for tweeting while drinking. Everyone and their uncle decided that they wanted to eat at the Cheesecake Factory so we end up at the bar. The bartender’s were awesome, and totally got my sense of humor, or they wanted a fat tip (lucky them, they got both.)

I am having a good time laughing, and joking around with the bartender when my friend starts saying “Trout” over and over again. Extremely confused, I remind her that she ordered the Chicken for dinner, which in turn she looks at me confused. I guess while I was hamming it up with the bartender, she started watching the baseball game and some dude named “Trout” was up to bat. Even the bartender was laughing with us, holding her hand up to a waiting customer until she could get her laughter under control.

On the way to the concert

After dinner we go to the concert. I was expecting to see a sea of belt buckles capped with cowboy hats, I was thoroughly disappointed, there were a few but not at all in the quantity I had imagined.  We ended up missing the opening act, being that we were having so much fun at dinner (DARN.) We find a spot in the overcrowded amphitheater, being that we were so late we ended up being miles from the stage (I may be exaggerating some.) Because we are so high up, we are surrounded by many drunken people (since the drink vendors were up where we were.) I made friends with some of the local drunks, until they realized it wasn’t my type of music, and I was quickly shunned.

The concert finally started, which is good because their glares were diverted to the stage. I was proud of myself for not cringing, and I will admit their songs are very easy to figure out the lyric that was coming next, so by the end of the songs I was totally singing along. I was super excited when they did a Fleetwood Mac song, because I knew that one. At least I was excited until some girl next to me told her boyfriend, that it was her moms music (WTF) I just sang louder. “Telling my friend it was the best song they sang all night.”

At the end of the concert I was pissed. I knew one Lady Antebellum song, it was the booty call one that was all over the radio awhile ago, and they didn’t sing the damn thing. They said goodnight and walked off the stage, without singing the one damn song I knew. I was tad bit tipsy, so I may have started protesting. I think something along the lines of “What the Fuck. I stayed this whole damn concert, and they didn’t even play the one fucking song I know. This is bullshit, the one fucking song I could sing along with, and they decide not to put it on the playlist.” I think my rant went on a little bit longer, until they came back onstage and, you guessed it, they sang the damn song. People around me were giving me high-fives, saying they came back for me. I jumped around and sang along with way too much enthusiasm, but what the hell. After wading through the drunken crowd, we ended up going to the Yard House where we had the most amazing brownie ever, rounding out the crazy night.

 Unless you count getting locked out of my house, when I got home a part of the night. I thought that more was going to happen, and I am slightly sad that I don’t have any more to tell you. More details may emerge later on, I did drink more than normal.




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