Ok. You know when you do something
and it's a mistake all around?
Well. This was one of those times.
Let me make clear that the concert itself was fabulous.
I really enjoyed Dwight Yoakam.
Great performer. He makes country music I can listen to.
The problem with this show was the folks I went with. I
went with co-workers who ended up with an extra ticket.
They would drive and we were to have a good time.
Well, these co-workers were the stereotypical ex-military,
Arkansas, trailer living people.
All of those things are true.
It was to be two couples but the one husband had to
report to the base for his army gig. So, I filled in.
Me who won't pass up a concert even if sanity should prevail.
Let me give some background. Couple #1 the ones I know
from Target met at Target while working on the front registers.
Both from Arkansas who thought it was destiny that brought
them together.
They actually wed at that Target.
They arrived in a limo, white flowing dress and tux
and had a minister marry them at the customer service desk.
All true.
So they pick me up for this concert in his black Trans Am
and while drinking and trying to decide actually how fast
they can get to the venue at over 100mph
I decide the floor board of the back seat may not
protect me should we crash.
I cussed myself the whole time.
I knew I had left my daughter for this and if I died
what would happen to her. I was terrified.
I did watch Dwight. I enjoyed Dwight.
They talked, and made I don't know how many beer runs.
I told them I had to be at work early and couldn't possibly
go out to eat or go back to their place to drink some more.
I just wanted to go home.
Needless to say, I haven't gone to a concert since with
anyone that I didn't know really well.
You have been warned.
