As you may recall, Kenny and I had a brief disruption in our otherwise harmonious long time love affair when he got a little greedy a few years back. But I straightened him out and we made up, however we haven’t seen each other since then , 2 years ago. He took a break from touring and I focused on raising kids and calves. So when we got word that he was coming back to town we were overjoyed. And when we heard that one of Annette and I’s top 5, Mr. Billy Currington was opening for him, well let’s just say our excitement was insurmountable. Annette and I, along with our other friend and coworker Kathy, strategized and bought our tickets so as to get the best seating possible. And then we focused all our energy on winning one of the radio contests to get within the first 5 rows. Every morning there was a song scramble and we would rush to figure it out and then frantically dial and hit redial trying to get thru to the radio station. I got thru a few times but was always the wrong caller number. We had all 3 resigned to the fact that we’d just have to be happy with our purchased seats, which weren’t terrible by any means, but they weren’t within touching distance, because we didn’t think there was any way we were ever going to get thru to the radio station to win the contest. On the last morning of the contest, they were giving away front row tickets. They played the song scramble ahead of time so people would have time to figure it out. I knew it instantly and pulled over on the side of the road to write it down. As soon as Kathy and Annette got into work that morning I gave them the list of song titles and we all got ready to dial in until our fingers bled. When they finally played the song scramble and then said, “Can you solve the Kenny song scramble? If so, be caller 10 RIGHT NOW!” Oh the anxiety, the sweat, the tears, the shaking as we dialed and dialed and dialed until……KATHY GOT THRU! (and nearly hyperventilated). Of course she got the songs right because if there’s one thing I know, it’s Kenny Chesney songs, and just like that FRONT ROW TICKETS.
I don’t even know how to put into words our feelings of elation and near stroke like reactions when we found our seats at the arena last night and just as promised they were FRONT ROW. Not just front row but approximately 8 inches from the stage. The very stage that these stars that we'd only seen afar, on CD covers and CMT, would be gracing.
*The first order of business when we found our seats was to befriend the Security Guard who was stationed in front of the stage, that we would be standing 8 inches from the whole night. We quickly won him over when we assured him that the only trouble he would have from us would be me possibly passing out from pure exhilaration at the sight of Billy and/or Kenny that close to me. And then let him know that should that happen, I was not to be removed, no paramedics should be called, because I did not want to miss a thing. He was most agreeable and I kid you not, at some of the more exciting and pass out worthy moments during the night I found him looking at me to make sure I was still upright and conscious. It helped that for the first time in my concert going history, the people in the area we were in were not pushy or overly intoxicated or obnoxious. I think they were probably just in as much shock as we were to be in the front row.
*The first act was Uncle Kracker.
He was fabulous and his set allowed me the time to get the settings on my camera just right for the next act which was......
*Billy Currington! Fact: I want to marry Billy Currington, in addition to GI Joe of course. You know like “Sister Wives”? But instead TLC could have a show about our happy family called “Brother Husbands”. I think that’s a winning idea. And don’t worry about GI Joe, he’s fully aware and has even held my purse for me while Annette and I rushed the stage to be closer to Billy. He’s an awesome husband #1 like that. I just really love me some Billy Currington, oh and his songs are great too. I don't know what it is about him but when he takes the stage, my heart pounds irregularly, my face gets flushed and I may or may not have to start taking off layers of clothing because I get all hot and stuff. :) TMI? Oh well. It happens to Annette too, so it's a proven fact that Billy has that effect on people. He's just a beautiful human being. See..
Is it just me or is hot in here? ;)
Listen, I don't mean to brag but Billy lovingly touched my hand, sang to me, and waved to me. I can't say for sure but I may have blown him a kiss and when I did he smiled and waved at me. I know what you're thinking, oh sure PP, but seriously. The people around us kept saying, "DID YOU SEE THAT?!? HE JUST WAVED TO YOU!! DO YOU KNOW HIM?!?" Kathy turned around and very matter of factly told them, "He probably recognizes her from the Christmas Card." Fun fact: A few years ago, we sent a photo Christmas card of 4 of us country music loving girls to our favorite stars, not to their fan club, not to their manager, but to their HOMES and if they were married addressed the cards to them and their spouse and also included kids' names. I'm certain we hung on a good many country stars' fridges during the holidays and maybe a few police blotter lists as potential stalkers. Don't ask how we got their home addresses, let's just say I have my ways.
So anyway, Billy obviously recognized me from the Christmas card that is still probably hanging on his fridge and also from the time Annette and I actually met him and told him we would like to be in charge of his fan club.
I think it's pretty obvious who he's singing to, no?
*Billy was amazing and beautiful and by the time it was over, I had a text from our friend Doug who was also at the concert asking me if I needed a carton of cigarettes. The answer was yes, and a defibrillator. I died.
*After Billy played and they were setting up the stage for Kenny, I decided to sit down, you know, to recover. Except that I forgot that the chairs folded up if no one was sitting in them so when I went to sit down guess what? I ended up arms flailing and booty on the floor. I am so smooth. We laughed hysterically and the people around us asked me if I was drunk already. Nope, just high on
Billy life, and uncoordinated.
*Then it was time for Kenny. Oh Kenny. I cannot adequately put into words what happened to that arena when the curtain dropped and he was center stage. It was magic. He is so full of energy and knows how to get the crowd going. He's just, dare I say, electric? There were many people in that arena who weren't even fans of country music but after seeing Kenny perform he made them into believers. The boy can entertain.
And he's apparently flexible because I don't know about you but if I dropped to this position while singing it's no certainty that I would pop back up like he did.
*Kenny Chesney is so little and adorable and I want to snatch him up and put him in my pocket. I’ve always known he was little, as in shorter than the average guy and just smaller in stature but until I was 6 inches from him I had no idea just how little he was. We were fairly certain that the 8th grader sitting down the row from us in her size 0 jeans wore the same size as Kenny. But while he may have a 26 inch waist he makes up the inches in his biceps..holy mother of Moses. Our tickets didn’t say gun show but wow, you go Kenny.
Size 0 am I right?
Doesn't this picture make Kenny look tall?
Moments after our DNA sharing...
*Towards the end of the show, an amazing thing happened....Billy joined Kenny on stage. My heart was already in a weakened state, between my rendezvous with Billy earlier and then the whole DNA sharing with Kenny, and I really thought the duet was going to be the death of me. I mean for the love of all humanity..Kenny and BIlly sharing a stage?!? The Security Guard was really watching me during this part and Kathy leaned over and told him, "if she's gonna pass out this would probably be it!" You'll be relieved to know that I survived and lived to tell about it although the pictures are blurry because let's be honest, it was hard to focus. I died a thousand deaths and still lived to blog about it. Miraculous.
*After the last encore was played and
*On the way out....So this blonde (me) walks up to a bar (at the concert venue) and orders an empty souvenir cup. The bartender looks at her strangely and asks her to repeat her request. She does and tells him she doesn't want any alcohol just the cup. He names a price and she agrees to it but as he's getting her the cup she realizes that just because she doesn't want Jack and Coke doesn't mean she can't have anything so she asks him to fill it with water. He does and she takes her cup of water and walks off into the night to ive happily ever after with her souvenir cup. Only later realizing that she could've just gotten a Diet Coke in her souvenir cup which would've made for a slightly less awkward conversation with the bartender. This is not a joke although it kinda sounds like one, inspired by actual events.
*Pedometer reading=3 MILES. Count ‘em
It took every ounce of self restraint not to load up and drive to Omaha to see this same concert again on Saturday night. But instead I'm just reliving it here with you and I'm still on a post concert high. It was just amazing and every time I think about it I, as Uncle Kracker says, "smile".
This was definitely one for the record books. A night I'll never forget, because for those four hours, "i never wanted nothin' more."