It was a last minute affair; we decided on Friday night that we wanted to go. Saturday we searched for decent tickets at a reasonable price, which lead us all the way downtown to the arena to purchase the tickets at the box office. Now, I may be dating how young I am but I have never had to go to a box office to pre-purchase tickets. I felt like the kids on Dazed and Confused, driving all the way to the city to buy my summer concert tickets the day after school gets out.
The four of us put on our cowboy hats and boots and "pre-gamed" at Jim 'N Nicks Bar-B-Q (one of my favorite restaurants, which Zac refers to as "Kelly's Happy Place"). Then we moved to the arena to see the "Toughest Sport on Earth." It was so much fun. If you haven't seen the PBR you should check it out sometime on the VS. channel. It's hard to describe but fun to watch.
Afterwards we tried our hand at doing a bit of honky-tonking a 'la tourist style, but we only went as far as the front door of Tootsies when we realized that this heat wave was way too hot to enter inside a over crowded bar. -- You know you are getting old when you start to reason whether it is sensible or not to enter a bar. *Sigh* So to recap: young enough to only know of Ticketmaster, old enough to rather drink wine at home rather than Jack and Coke in a dive bar.
Zac got a kick out of this: it's the PBR zamboni. |