How Good Nights Become Great Nights...

I'll be the first to admit it...lately I've gotten old.

If it's a week night, then you can assume that I'm sitting at home, doing yoga, working, cooking, watching a movie or hanging out with P or the girls. I'm the one that has my weekly shows and needs to watch them so I won't get off schedule. Oh wait...I think that was college, too? Scratch that.

Anyways, last Thursday, I get numerous calls saying "Ohmygosh coooommmmeee to the Lee Brice concert tonight!" I thought about it, then thought about the fact that I had a full work day ahead of me and politely told them all I'd think about it.

I thought about it.

Then it hit me. I am 24 years old! I am in no shape or form old (except for the fact that 2 beers gives me a hangover now, I can't sleep past 9:30 on a Saturday and I seriously enjoy grocery shopping). I am going to that blasted concert.

So I call JM, PM, LH, DH, JW and everybody else I can think of and relay the message. CONCERT! Oh, and I feel like I should mention that concert tickets were $12 and you got a free Lee Brice CD with admittance, and if there's something I absolutely cannot pass up, it's a good deal.

Everybody ended up meeting at the Blindhorse with a few other old friends in tow and we had a blast. I tried so hard and semi-failed learned to line dance, did some sort of weird jig because I couldn't line dance and DH caught it on camera (then proceeded to put it on Facebook...you for real?), sang my heart out to "She Ain't Right" and all out had a blast with tons of friends.

So in short, I was twitchy-eye tired and headachey the next day at work, and I came home and really felt the need to nap, even though it was Friday, and spent the most part of the evening watching Pirates of the Caribbean, but it was so totally worth it. What could have been a good night at home watching primtime television became a great night of friends and fun. I call a win.

Please ignore BWand JM since they felt the need to be weirdos.