One Foot on a Banana Peel

Happy camper, happy camper, I’m a happy camper!  On my way to pick Megan up from summer school this morning I heard on the radio that someone from the station would be at one of the local gas stations giving away tickets to the Hot Country Jam at noon today.

I asked Megan if she wanted to give it a shot.  She did and we took her best friend, too.  We got there about 11:45 and at noon a woman walked back the line and gave everyone who was there 2 tickets until she ran out.  We walked away with 6!  The girls are so excited and I am currently the most popular mom in town.  Tim’s going with me, I hope (depends on work), and we’ll be chaperoning the girls…..especially if the boys they ask to go say yes.  So next Saturday I’ll be at the Pittsburgh Post-Gazette Pavilion listening to Travis Tritt, Clint Black, Little Texas, Mark Wills and the Povertyneck Hillbillies.  Woot!

**UPDATE**  Well, Tim is going with me.  No boys are going.  Meg’s taking another friend.  Meg’s best friend is taking……her mother.  Not because she wants to, but because her parents are making her because it "was rude not to invite her mother to begin with."  Sigh.  I have a feeling it is just another way to clamp down on the girl.  The parents are so strict with her, they make old school nuns look really lenient.  I have a feeling it’s all about them thinking we won’t be strict enough chaperones.