Friday, July 21, 2006

Rascal Flatts

I just got back from my very first country music concert. At first, when my friend asked me to go with her, I was skeptical, but in the spirit of trying something new, I decided it would be a most fun experience, and boy was I right.

My friend had already forced me to listen to a few songs, one of which is now one of my favorite songs of all time, so I knew the music would be good. But what I was really looking forward to were the people.

I haven't seen that many 4x4's, cowboy hats, denim mini-skirts, and stinky large men outside of Central Valley ever. Instead of pot, there were cigars. Instead of grungy male teenagers, there were blonde girls with cute hats. Instead of filing orderly into the dirt parking lot, there were SUVs and trucks offroading it up the embankments, blazing their own parking spaces. What a riot!

I must admit some of the music isn't what I'd choose to listen by myself on the radio, but it should did make me want to square dance and that kind of thing is always a fun time. Thanks, Julie, for taking me. It was a blast!