Kenny Chesney in Southaven?? Yes, Please!!

Let me tell you about our night on the town...
Like most of DeSoto County last night, I went to see Hott Stuff, I mean Kenny Chesney, and Billy Currington at the Snowden Amphitheater.  Mikey and I went with Kim and her husband Jeff. Well, the concert was great and I have scars to prove. Yes. Scars.  I'll get to that later.
First, let me start by saying that my husband was very reluctant to go see Kenny Chesney, because of course, "He's Gay." (Like most men, Mikey thinks that any man his age who is more attractive than he is and/or who obviously works out and has a better body than he does, and/or who can sing and dance better than he can, is, and I quote, "Gay".) Well, I was stoked about going, and Mikey later became excited.....to see Billy Currington.  Yea. When we got the tickets (Thank You, Kim!) the only "seats" available were in the grass....which means NO seat. (and no,you couldn't bring your own either) Thankfully the screens on either sides of the stage were large enough for us to see him and his fine self. Both of them. We got to see all of Uncle Kracker's gig (which was my least favorite) and only about 1/3 of Billy Currington b/c the lines for drinks and the bathroom were increably long. Speaking of lines, it is absolutely amazing where a smile and a nice complement can get you. :)...unless of course, the line is full of girls. Then they get you absolutely no where. Just sayin'.
Kenny comes on last and blows us away! Ah! Such fun...even if he looked like a 5 year old from where I was standing. And my husband, the one who "doesn't care for" Kenny, was singing louder than him. Yes. In my ear. .BUT we all had a good time and enjoyed the show.

Now. Here's my lesson learned. We (Mikey, Jeff, and I) were going to the bathroom. (this is only one of our 8 trips) Mikey was leading, I was following, and Jeff was behind me. Well, Mikey is going so stinkin' slow down the 5 millions steps, it seems, so I say "I'll lead", actually, I'm sure I yelled it, but that is irrelevant at this point. I push to get in front of Mikey thinking I am going to magically part the crowd and stroll down the center of the aisle. I was too caught up in my (demanding and inpatient) thoughts, that I was oblivious to the steps right in front of me. I mean immediately in front of me. (and I had not even had that much to drink!) Well, I don't even know what really happened, but I could've sworn that I was running on air!! And this is NOT a fun feeling b/c I knew I had to come down and it was not going to be good!! Especially w/ my wedge sandals, landing on two feet was not going to happen. And it didn't. Mikey is steadily saying something like "Stop".... but again, the thoughts. (this time they were more like "Oh $h!t!!)  Well, I come down, very quickly, and land on my knees. Yes. Both of them.  I was too pissed at this point b/c this is just stalling us longer from getting to the bathroom. I get up, make sure my dress is down (and thank God, it was), and keep trucking right along. Mikey says "See, I told ya!" Really? Do I see? Not only do I see, but I freakin' FEEL it!!  Poor Jeff doesn't know what to do.  So he marches right along like nothing ever happened. lol
I woke up this morning around 3:00 to aching knees. I get up, go to the bathroom and look down. Yea. Skin is open, huge knot on my left knee, both are bruised purple and green, covered in dried blood, and very, very tender. I have pictures to show, but I will not be posting them.... Your eyes and my eyes may not see the same thing. :) lol It is true, but the size of the bruises and terrible, terrible open flesh, is about the size of a quarter. But, nonetheless, they are hurt.  :)
So, the lesson? Never listen to the sassy thoughts that cute wedge sandals put in your head. They will take you no where but down. Literally.