going country

Monday, September 25, 2006

That's my friend, Nicole, and I...at a country bar. Saturday night I went along with Nicole to hear the band Trent Willmon. Anyone who knows me even a little bit knows that I'm not a fan of country music (to put it lightly). I did go through a phase for about 6 months in high school but I eventually snapped out it.

Walking into the bar, I felt immediately out of place. Dangit, I had forgotten to wear my cowboy hat and confederate flag t-shirt. Nicole and I found a place to stand by a counter. Within 20 minutes of being there a very drunk man came by and gave us a hug. An opening band that I assume was local played a lot of cover songs (although they were all new to me). We met a bachelor party that was making a pit stop until they hit the strip club. One of the guys from that group was busy smacking girls' butts as they walked by him. Of course that particular drunk guy wanted to ask me to dance when I slow song came on. I was never so happy to tell him I was married.



Here is a video clip that I shot with my camera to prove I was there. Unfortunately when I turned the camera around it's too dark to see me. Oh well.

All in all it wasn't too bad. I do think I heard enough country music to last me at least five years. But I got to hear some really crappy pickup lines and hang out with my good friend...it could have been worse.

Labels: about me, music, the one with friends

posted by kimberly, 8:15 AM