So country!

Found myself at a country concert yesterday and Dave was not present. He seems to be the constant in every country concert that I have been to because needless to say, he is but my influence.

Rascall Flats claims the award for my very own willingness to attend such a concert. Though I did only know but three of four songs, it was still fun mumbling along my own lyrics to the songs and attempting to square dance. Silly country folks where probably spiting my attempts to fit into their persona; I may have had on cut up daisy-dukes, a cowboy hat, and pigtails, my flesh-tunnels and gauged earrings were still a dead give away.

(Please take note: I purposely used Comic Sans to get on a certain someone's nerves.)