Last year, the gals, Christine, Kay, Amanda and myself, waded through the rainstorm in our cute country attire to see Rascall Flatts, aka, "Flascall Rats", only to find out that the lead singer had laryngitis and was unable to perform. We were then sorely disappointed with the replacement of Jack Ingram, another nobody,and Clint Black. To top it off it was my birthday and a little bit of a bummer.
Jonathan has tons of luck in his office winning drawings and winning competitions. So, he decided to put our name in the hat for 4 tickets to see Rascall Flatts and ended up scoring on those too! Since he won them, it was strongly encouraged that he needed to go (since they were hot tickets) and so we coupled up with Christine and Zach to go to the RODEO! (Ladies, next year....we are back on!)
Some observations of this years rodeo:
*If you get a free parking pass for the yellow lot, kindly say, thanks but no thanks, because it is million miles away from the arena. Christine's feet agree, but heck...it is good way to break in those boots.
*The people. It does not matter who you are or what you wear, the rodeo will gladly accept you. (others may not).
-The people who try to hard:
I am guessing that for Rascall Flatts you don't get all the hoochie's like Pat Green might aquire, but for goodness sakes...there were tons of Jessica Simpson wanna bees in the daisy dukes and tied up white shirts. Also, upon entering the arena, there were ladies serving up beer whose cleavage looked like their bottom (kid-friendly word) was on their chest. Disgusting.
-The people who don't try at all:
On the other end of the spectrum, you had the "way back in the sticks" people. I am not sure I have ever seen a family like we witnessed walking in front of us in person. (maybe only on wife swap). I laughed so hard that I cried and I could barely walk straight. Another woman was in front of them that was a really tall, big boned woman that had this gigantic green knit poncho on, tall black boots and from behind looked a little bit, as Zach coined this term, "Shreck in Boots".
-The people who need to get a room:
As the concert was going, the "slow dance" song came on and a couple in front of us stood up and started dancing and almost making out for all of us to witness. We think maybe he proposed because she was crying, but no one seemed to care because they were blocking our view to the show we were really there to see.
-The people that look and act like their teenagers:
Our first encounter was this mom with her two teen daughters. She had a gold sequin shirt on with a short blue jean skirt and ug boots. It was hard for us us to tell who was the mom.
The second encounter was the beloved drunk mother in the parking lot who was asking other teen boys (in other cars) if they were "good" and getting their phone numbers for her teen daughter and friends. All the while, the husband was driving not caring a bit while the purity of these girls was tainted and his wife was making a complete fool of herself.
*Lastly, my final observation. When you decide to be apart of the calf scramble, wear some sturdy jeans. This calf ripped two young ladies jeans in very inappropriate places and was blasted on the jumbotron. Bless their hearts!
Blackmail picture #1
Blakckmail picture #2 (I am sending this on into KISS, in case they ever need a replacement.)
The cute pic (minus the black eye)
Zach vicariously living through the bull rider and Jonathan laughing at their misfortune. (totally posed pic of course)
Our tired feet.
The poor girl who held her own with the ripped jeans.
Finally, we were able to be blessed by the Flatts!