"gotta little mud on my tires..."

Brad Paisley comes to Birmingham.
Concerts. Let me explain my stance.
Yesterday my incredibly cute, cowboy boot wearing sister in law Lacey called to ask if Jamie and I wanted to go to the Brad Paisley Concert at the BJCC. Who would not want to go see the wrangler wearing country star?

We are from Alabama you know! That translates to people not from here thinking that we play in the mud, get trucks that you need a step stool to get into, extremely loud dual exhaust, fancy cowboy boots and hats, tight Wrangler jeans, or jean with diamond studs all over them, really huge belt buckles, bells of hay, and a toothpick behind your ear at all times.

You have to admit that it does cross your mind when you think of a country concert in Alabama.

Immediate stress kind of started. I think somewhere deep in my conscience I have a phobia of large concerts. People, just people everywhere! Makes me a little claustrophobic. Am I the only one??
These questions keep jogging in my head: Is there going to be a fight over who stands and who sits? How many times am I going to have beer sloshed on me from people around me flinging their drinks into the air singing at the top of their lungs, off tune, to the Country Stars stage performance. OH, and the womans restroom lines, not just the never ending lines that wrap around the whole BJCC, but the classy women you seem to meet in line. Don't act like you don't know what I am taking about!!

People watching is probably the most entertaining part before the concert. How do women wear 5 in. stilettos and stand in them alll night long? I was a retail merchandising major. I get it, but seriously?? It is 35 degrees outside, how are women not cold in their strapless tanktops and short short mini skirts. Very enlightening.

All of this streaming in my head entering the slightly intoxicated mob of people. Surprisingly, this concert exceeded my expectations. I really really liked Brad Paisley live. He was incredibly witty, very fun, and sounded just like he does on the radio! I give an A+ to Lacey for setting this date night up.

My anxiety relinquished by the end after I did have beer sloshed on me, watched the police work out a dispute over some people wanting to stand and some sit, and had the joy to keep seeing the same women in the ladies room reapplying just one more coat of makeup. It was all worth it though!

For me to call myself a "country girl"--that may need to be reevaluated slightly!