We had a certain excitement in our step as we walked to the National. There we stood in line in the pouring rain for two hours to ensure good seats. I rolled up my pants legs in hopes of not getting completely drenched, it was quite the fashion statement as I was wearing black pleather flats with bare-feet.
The city of Richmond offers a lot to look at. As Jess and I looked around, I realized this, just in the people we saw! There was a woman with a shower cap, now she had the right idea! Or how about the little slut-buckets with their boobs hanging out of mini-tank tops as if Jason Aldean was gonna take one look at them and invite backstage for a private rendezvous, uh hello ladies…he’s married with 6 kids!
So as we stood there, we got a little colder and just a little wetter. By the time we entered the building, we looked like drowned rats and smelled more like wet dogs! But don’t you fret, the humidity inside brought out my summer-time afro. You couldn’t have fit my head in a bushel basket if you wanted to!
I tell you I hate my curls, the frizz is just so damn overpowering. But without them I cant function, its almost like my security blanket, and it covers up my bald spots. :o)
If you don’t believe in the ability to jinx yourself, well you’re wrong. Sharon said repeatedly, “I hope Jason Aldean’s special guest isn’t the people who opened for Gary Allan”. Low and behold, the woman with the tambourine and maracas came on out with the older guy and sang the same songs, déjà vu?
I took a picture of the stage, Jason Aldean read the banner and it had a sun in between the first and last name. At the bottom of the picture is this whitish circle, yep that’s right…it looks like the sunrise, but is really ‘ol baldies head, he was standing in front of us.
I looked around me, rednecks. God I love them. Country cuties with their cowboy hats and boots, tight asses and their southern drawls. God I wished for one. Its not just the looks, it’s the manners and it’s the respect they gyrate.
Well then the anger flourished, for this old bastard butted his way up to the front to stand with some girl he knew. It was bad enough that we couldn’t see, but then as the lyrics vibrated through the stadium, confusion filled his face. He knew not a single word of any of the songs!
See, this is why I hate old guys--not senior citizens, for I love them to death. It’s the guys in their 50’s that still try to look for a piece of ass. Apparently she wasn’t buying though because the girl didn’t talk with him at all!
Believe me, I did everything in my power to try to get him to leave! I swung really hard pretending that was my dancing style, hit him with my camera which broke right as Jason Aldean came onto stage, PIECE OF SHIT! And hollered and screamed in his ear!
Despite the annoyances, it was one of the best concerts Ive ever seen. See, Jason was my first concert ever, 2 years ago on a school night in Innsbrook with K. Hicks and Robert (may be rest in jail). He totally kicked ass then, I think he kicked a little more this go ‘round.
Encore: Guns N Roses. Now that’s what I’m talkin ‘bout!
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May he rest in jail...He's still in there?
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