Sometimes, a girl just has to admit defeat. This weekend, being 29 years old got the best of me. But I did my best to put up a fight.
On Friday night, one of my favorite Red Dirt bands--Bart Crow Band--was playing here in town.
What better way to celebrate my big news than some Red Dirt music, some dancing and some awesome friends?
|Me and College Roomie|
|Chef Friend, Pharmer Girl, Me and Little Miss Texico|
But, alas, I'm pretty sure I came off like an old lady. A minimum of 10 times I said, "Does it have to be SO loud?" And then I had multiple conversations about how if we could all just wear our pjs to the bar and they had couches for us to sit on, I would come more often. Little Miss Texico agreed and said, "Yea, and no make up either, that would even the playing field." That comment? That's why we are friends. And even though I made it the majority of the night without it, before we left I admit to eating multiple Tums out of my purse. Seriously, I'm 80 years old. Had I been complaining about my hip and planning on playing bridge today, you would have thought I was straight off of Golden Girls.
However, the concert was great, the dancing was good, and the people watching was the best. My favorite part? When Pharmer Girl's friend, Miss Artesia, was talked into asking Travis Briscoe to dance. Part of the convincing involved the promise of a shout out on my blog. It's possible I was a total creeper with a camera during this whole experience.
The result/ He says he doesn't dance (potentially because he has a wife, which we learned from Little Brother later in the night) but that his dad would love to. Miss Artesia thought she could do without that. Ha!
And so even though I was tired for the next two days (and may have not gotten out of my pjs the next day), I had a blast on Friday night and I'm so grateful to have such fun people in my life. And for Red Dirt music. Obviously.