For the first time in probably close to twenty years, I went to a music concert. It’s not that I have anything against them, it’s more about not wanting to spend money or fight crowds at the facility where most of the large ones are held around my parts.
For whatever reason though, I allowed myself to accept a handful of free tickets to a Toby Keith concert this past Saturday night. I wouldn’t call myself a big fan or anything, but free is free, and he seemed like a dude who would put on a pretty good show.
Things were going well as we arrived, because I wasn’t the one responsible for arriving us there (take that, grammar!). Our friends drove us there so that I could make out with my wife in the back seat.
Haha, that’s a total lie. I was making out with a 12 pack of Bud Light Lime back there because the cost of beer was going to turn me away from buying any once I got into the show.
Hahaha, that’s another lie! Once I start drinking, I don’t take three hour breaks between beers. Besides, they had a Bud Light Lime house for fuck’s sake. There was no way I could resist those $14 tall boys.
I don’t know any of those fuckers in between me and my rightful place at the front of this beer line, but they suck at being at a country concert. Not a single cowboy hat to be seen! I, on the other hand, did attempt to get myself into a semi-cowboy drinking hat just for the show.
That’s wife’s very good friend next to me. She totally thinks I’m amazeballs, as the kids like to say. She even started a blog to be just like me, and I think she still does it. Do you, Mo? She’s also lucky enough to be the Gman’s god mother. He says you owe him some gifts, ma’am! She probably doesn’t even read this stupid blog.
Anyway, the show itself was pretty underwhelming.
The opening act was a fat guy named Colt Ford mostly talking about how much he loves the troops and trucks and Walmart and shit. That’s all good and well, but some good music would have been nice too.
Toby Keith was pretty good though. I think. He may have actually sucked or he may have been awesome, I don’t have a clue. After that beer lovin’ in the car and several tall boy cans of Bud Light Lime during Colt Ford, everything was a magical experience.
I like magical experiences.
Speaking of which, Gman was having one with his cousin’s shoes.
Here’s a closer look.
He has his father’s legs, so there’s that.
He was really into the shoes, and this after I gave him a toy razor the other day and he went straight into this pose after I asked him if he wanted to shave with daddy.
The boy definitely marches to the beat of his own drum, so good for him.
The concert was sort of a small miracle for me, because earlier in the day, even though it was like 146 degrees outside, the wife ran into the mall and left me alone in the van.
Crack a fucking window!! It’s like she doesn’t even watch the news or anything. This is a problem nowadays, dear!
Thankfully, I made it through and we had a great time with some friends at the concert.
Keep those police related questions coming! I’ve gotten quite a few, both serious and ridiculous. I should have remembered what sort of crowd I ran with before I invited you people to poke fun of me with your never ending cop jokes.
Yes, I like donuts!
Who the fuck doesn’t!??