The Nashville weekend started early with a chance to go see a Beatle in all of his glory – for free!
This didn’t suck.
Taking full advantage of what our suite had to offer, waiting for Sir Paul to take the stage wasn’t difficult.
Stalking up in the suite.
Gals on a budget know what to do when presented with free food.
Double fist.
Cramming it in with class.
The concert was beyond fantastic, with Sir Paul playing for nearly three hours.
American, England and Tennessee flags flying high. See that small black one in the background? It was a pirate flag, which I assumed was for me.
Naturally I had to snap my photo with the rock star and I’m pretty sure it turned out good enough to be my Christmas card this year.
You can totally tell where I am, right?
Seems that flying on a kick ass concert high can be sucked right out of you the following afternoon when involved in a minor parking lot accident.
With someone who doesn’t speak English.
Fun times on Friday.
It did seem as if there was a small rain cloud over my head because while walking to a concert (yes, my third night in a row and yes, I’m still exhausted) I managed to get shit on by a bird. Without noticing it in my hair or my hand until I looked down to take a long guzzle of wine at the bar pre-show and then rushed to the bathroom.
Classy lady in the bar alert!
Not bullshitting about the bird shit.
When the concert finally ended (Bluegrass shows promise two acts on the ticket, then invite everyone they know to come and play a song, which can make a concert last four hours), I mosied my way back to the mini manse to find this prize waiting for me by the door…
Ted’s way of showing me he’s done being a cone head.
Ted had a bum ear last week that he wouldn’t leave alone, therefore was forced into being in an uncomfortable state (you know, because he acted like the cone weighed 500 fucking pounds).
Just trying to heal this little biatch.
It seemed like a small miracle the ear healed because every time I turned around Mr. Bear had weaseled himself out of the embarrassing accessory.
And then puked his way out of it.
Cone head no more.
Good news arrived via text on Saturday morning proving that my niece, Princess B is going to grow up and be a rock star.
Don’t worry, I’ll work on getting her a sparklier wardrobe.
It was also a big game day, as my blogging buddy Mark Bialczak’s alma mater was playing mine this weekend in college football. We had a virtual pinky bet that the loser had to post a big, smiling photo of the winner enjoying the game.
Our food was prepped.
The moonshine flowed for 31 points.
But in the end my team, the Iowa Hawkeyes were out played by the Maryland Terps and lost 31-38.
We took it pretty hard.
Loser face.
Loser post game activity.
But after we drowned in our sorrows for 30 seconds, we realized there was more football to watch, more snacks to eat and more cocktails to cuddle.
Congrats Mark!
Who says sore losers can’t be smiling? Mark’s victorious photo will be posted on the blog soon.
Enjoy your week and be careful in parking lots…
CBXB
Cowboys and Crossbones 
Ooh I loved to have seen Sir Paul what an happening and also if the didn’t win you had a lovely evening together with your great dad ! 🙂
Yes, good times had by all even though we lost!
Oh boy….that loser face says he’s about to throw all of his toys out of the cot. 🙂
Ha! Yes! And that’s exactly what happened after I snapped the pouty picture!