I Heart Kenny!!!

Tuesday night I went to see Kenny Chesney - from the 5th row!!!

I made life long friends with the two excessively drunk ladies in front of me who kindly shared their flask of Vanilla Stoli with us. I had snuck in some special beverages of my own as well - a little Bacardi to add to my Coke. I don't dare give away my secret on how I accomplished this.

Sidebar: the guy I was trying to find a nickname for a couple of posts back... I decided I should follow the same naming convention as when naming mr.redbull. When other creative forces fail me, your nickname is assigned based on what you drink.

I had won two tickets, and my other ticket went to mr.mojito. He took me to dinner before the concert, he drove us up there, I snuck in the Bacardi. We were so close to the stage, I could actually tell how short Kenny really is. Kenny puts on a great show and I'm fairly certain it would have been fabulous no matter where we were at.

My alternate title for this post was "This Was Only A Test". When the concert was over, and we hiked the 10 miles out to the car, and begin the interminable wait to leave the Amphitheatre, the alcohol hit me upside the head. I finished my cigarette and sat back down in the passenger seat. I promptly reopened the door and threw up. Classy, huh?

Anyone else who has been to the Amphitheatre knows it takes for EVER to get out after an event. We finally made our way into a lane of traffic that was actually moving, only to find out we had to take I-5 North. Given we needed to get back to Portland this was not OK. And given that I'm suffering through dry mouth and forcing myself to not puke again, it really wasn't OK. We turned around at the next exit and I closed my eyes to keep from getting dizzy. Next thing I remember, we're on the I-5 bridge and mr.mojito tells me that I'm cute when I'm asleep. We walk in the house, I throw up in the kitchen sink. Impressive, huh? At least he offered to hold my hair back though.

To clarify, I did go brush my teeth after. Apparently that was sufficient for none of this to bother him that much since I can answer the all important question now - boxers.