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Friday, July 8, 2016

Not My Planned Post

Ok, so I guess it's my turn. I'm Christi and I am also 28. I am her counterpart in this Thelma and Louise like friendship. Originally I was going to post about our first real outing as friends and this one time I almost set Amy on fire (don't worry we will revisit this subject). So let's get to the latest event, with a slight back story.



We have a friend who hosts this really cool, really fun country show on the local college radio station. We listen pretty often and sometimes after a few cocktails  (you will begin to notice this is a pattern) we like to call in with funny accents to request songs. He always knows it's us. So one night, a few weeks ago, he was giving away tickets to see Chase Bryant at the state fair. We decided to call in and test our luck. Well wouldn't you know we actually were caller #5 (I think that was what you had to be to win. I'm not sure again, drinking). So after excessive celebrating and laughing we carry on with our night. Let's just fast forward to last night.



We get to the fair after the rain, hit the petting zoo and check out the pig races. We decide to wander over to the stage and try to get good seats. We get first row and decide it's a good place to settle in. We get the chance to meet him before he played  (he was so much hotter in person) and still got our seats back. 

So we sit back down and are just enjoying the show and then, he told everyone to come towards the stage and have some fun.  We get right up against the stage and are thoroughly enjoying the show (minus the desperate urge to pee).  He was great lots of energy and a totally good time.  Then came the total fan girl moment even though I don't know more than 2 songs from him.


During the beginning of one song he gets down on his knees and starts singing I assume some very sweet song.  And where does he happen to bend down you may ask? That's correct, right in front of me.  And in true fashion... I had no clue what to do so I just stood there awkwardly not knowing what to do with my hands.



Stay classy my friends. 
Until next time ~ Christi



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