One Foot on a Banana Peel

Saturday’s concert was awesome!  We left here around 2:00, collected all the girls and made it down to the Post-Gazette Pavilion by 3:30.  That gave us time to tailgate before the gates opened and to walk around inside looking at everything before the concert.  The PGP always has a carnival feel to it with vendors selling snacks, beer, souveniers, cowboy hats and the like….not to mention the games and open-air bars….but with it being such a long event and a lot of kids being there the sponsoring radio station had even more….petting zoo, inflatable games, money booth, etc.  Two of the girls had never been to PGP and two had never even been to a concert so they were all pretty wound up and excited.  The heat (and oh, my goodness was it HOT) never slowed them down.  They found some other kids from home and they all hung out together.

The music was good.  Little Texas put on a really good show and I ended up liking them more than I thought I would.  They have a lot more hits than I remembered.  The Povertyneck Hillbillies were next and I’d have to say the local boys were everyone’s favorites.  They are one of those groups that is poised just on the brink of making it big and they put everything they’ve got into it.  They even spent time walking around the parking lot before hand and in the crowd afterward.  The girls got to talk to them and get their pictures taken with a couple of them.

Mark Wills was really good, too.  Again, he had more hits than I realized, but It Was 19 Somethin’ is still my favorite.  It really captures the childhoods of people my age who grew up in the 70s and 80s.  Clint Black was okay.  He just played and sang by himself with no band.  I’ve never really been a fan of his and I’m still not. 

The night ended with Travis Tritt.  Now that man puts on a good show.  He played a lot of his old hits that you’d expect and a few new ones and right in the middle his band left the stage and he pulled up a chair and did a whole set on an accoustic guitar.  That man can really play the blues!

We got home around 1:00 am, baked, sweaty, smelly and tired, but everyone had a good time….though Tim said Sunday morning that he thought he was getting too old for long days and nights like that.  I might be inclined to agree…..I felt like I had a hangover until at least 4:00 in the afternoon and I only had one hurricane.  I’m not so old and wimpy that one drink does me in.  I think it was just the heat, because did I mention that it was FREAKIN’ HOT?

It’s another gray, rainy day in my corner of PA.  The washer and dryer are humming non-stop doing load after load of laundry.  Meg’s in a foul mood.  The dogs are balking at going out to do their business and bringing them back in requires a lot of doggie cleaning.  The CDL manual is calling my name (I have to recertify very soon).  I’m trying to ignore it.  Hardly anyone seems to be around in cyber space today.  It’s just a blah day.  My one big smile so far came from a post over at Chesneygirl’s blog.  She just got back from a "little" country music concert in Ohio where she saw basically every big name in the business (I hate you Ches) and she’s been sharing her tales and photos.  The other day she posted pictures of Trent Tomlinson.  She was about six inches away from him.  I’d hate her for that, but he looks just like my nephew so it’d be a little creepy to think too much about him.   But today Ches posted pictures just for me and I bet you can guess who the pictures were of without too much thought…………

Thanks, Ches.  I love you!

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.