when the sun went down, I was singing about sexy tractors

It's almost summertime and Kenny Chesney is on tour again. I about lost it when I heard the news of his ankle mishap in Columbia, SC, and I'm sure he appreciated my prayers for a speedy recovery. More likely he was secretly wishing he was in his old blue chair having another beer in Mexico.

But like the big star that he is, he's continued on with his tour. And back where I come from, that is called some dedication. Thank goodness because I had tickets to last Saturday night's show.

I went with Kassie, my maid-of-honor, roommate 5yrs in college, and BFF in high school and junior high. That is 18+ years of living in fast forward and of course a lot of things we would've done different back when we thought we were "the good stuff". Regardless, we had been looking forward to a night of freedom, even if for a couple of hours.

We have done this concert thing many times over the past two decades. Our first was New Kids on the Block in 1989. I don't have any pictures to document the turquoise, baggy, slit leg outfit (this was the M.C. Hammer era) that I wore with my purple speckled glasses.

I found the pic below of us from freshman year all dolled up for a Clint Black concert. We were wearing baggy blouses, tight Wrangler jeans (before we owned any Rocky Mountains), and me with my tight bangs clipped back by a row of Mexican dolls. My shirt had a rows of beads hanging down from the front so my love of embellishments go way back.

December 29, 1990

May 3, 2008

I was all tense watching for Kenny to rise out of the hydraulic lift and thought to myself that surely accidents such as his don't happen twice. I'm sure he had a plan to do a lot of things different this time to avoid another injury. And injuries do happen because little Kenny isn't so young anymore.

Apparently, Kassie and I aren't so young anymore either. We knew we were old (and had bladders that hadn't recovered from bearing children) when we had to put the liquid refreshment down (1st time I'd had anything in 3yrs btw) just so we wouldn't have to pee again. Because we had already been at least three times. And once before we left On The Border.

In the end, my hands hurt from clapping, my throat was hoarse and I was dead tired. It was me and the road and the radio for the hour drive home. I opened up the sunroof to get some cold air to pep me up. Oh, how I wished that I was on the coast of somewhere beautiful instead of driving home with one eye open. I was so stinkin' tired! The nightlife is no place for this tired momma! I came home to dear husband who was having no shoes, no shirt and no problems at 1:15 when I rolled in.

Now, Kenny, he may be anything but mine and that when I closed my eyes to sleep, I thanked God that I already know how forever feels.

And that is all I need to know.