
My sophomore year of college, I went to the George Strait concert at the then Delta Center. I was definitely dressed for it, in my pocketless wranglers, Justin boots, and a brush popper. I remember sitting in the absolute nosebleeds looking down at the suites and thinking, "What's a gal got to do to sit there?" Well, now I know. Last night, Lindsay and I hit the Rascal Flatts concert and thanks to Bruce, sat in the luxury of the suites. We got special green bracelets to separate us from the commoners, and, most importantly, there is a private bathroom. The suite is basically at "center court" so it was a great view of things. P.S. What you can't tell because of my "blousy" shirt is that I am wearing my "skinny" jeans and there was no junk hanging over. Woohoo.

Rascal Flatts puts on a great concert. Sometimes, when you go to concerts, they don't even sound good, and you realize that the singer probably took 25 takes blended together just to get a song that sounds on pitch. Well, not this guy. He must have perfect pitch or something, because he never once hit a rotten note. They played for two solid hours.

Their instrumentalists were also fantastic. Makes you want to learn to play the fiddle.
1 comment:
I'm so jealous!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Looks like so much fun. You girls look great too, but not as great as the free-cheeker.
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