My hubby has a gift for gab.
It paid off BIG TIME this past week when he ran into Trace Adkins' brother and got free tickets and Meet 'n Greet passes to Trace's and Toby Keith's concert in Southaven, MS.
Here's Wes asking Santa and his elf for instructions about where to go for the Meet & Greet.
Betcha always wondered what they do during the off season.
The elf, who later would become known to us as the infamous John Underwood, proceeded to stalk us. You see, he desperately wanted Meet & Greet passes. And he wanted Wes to ask Trace to let him in. He claimed that he went to high school with Trace and that Trace's mom had given him passes that security refused to honor. It all sounded fairly reasonable until he told us that Carrie Underwood is his niece.
M'kay...run along, weird little man.
We evaded John Underwood and went to find our seats...
...which were AWESOME! Thanks, Trace's brother.
Then we got to go meet Trace. Although we only spent 22.6798 seconds with him, we feel like we really made a lasting connection with him.
And Wes has his manager's cell phone number.
John Underwood may not be the only stalker in this story.
Oh, I kid.
Have I mentioned I'm not really a fan of country music?
Then I saw these guys..
...and I'm converted.
Oh, and also too, I was already a fan of Trace and Toby's politics. They've been on Glenn Beck's show. I met someone who has met Glenn...squeal! (cue angelic harp music)
A good time was had by all.
And the husbands were very tolerant of Amber's and my drooling over Trace and Toby and in general acting like giddy 13 year-old girls.
The besties, encouraged by my willing foray into the country music scene, then dragged me to the rodeo at the county fair.
I'm sorry to tell you that I do not have any photos of said rodeo.
You'll just have to take my word for it that I was there.
And I had fun.
And Danny patiently answered my goofy rodeo-related questions:
"Why are the horses so angry that they buck? Do they pinch them?"
"Why are the cows wearing those funny helmets?
And Caitlin refused to participate in the Mutton-Bustin'.
And thinks rodeos are cruel.
My cute little animal rights' activist.
Danny and JFo were so impressed with my rodeo-ness that they invited us to complete our redneck adventure by going to the Demolition Derby.
I. have. never. seen. such.
It was loud.
It was smoky.
It was riddled with mullets and wife-beater shirts and other fashion faux pas.
It was redneck.
It was great!
And thus my redneck education is complete.
Except for car racing in the dirt or something like that.
Because NASCAR is just too uppity.