Chesnuts roasting on a drunken fire . . .

So I have this really terrible, not-so-secret habit . . . I like really bad country music. I know. I know. Many of you would probably warn me against this, but it's just this thing that I like (against my own better judgement, even).

Anyway, last night James and I went to see Kenny Chesnuts in conert at the USANA. I guess the concert was okay. I like to go to things like this for the people watching, but this people watching was so pathetically distracting that I wasn't really paying attention to Mr. Chesnuts.

Here are some of the highlights:

- Beer. Lots of it. I was a little suprised at the EXTREME amount. I expected a lot of it, but there was a LOT of it. It shouldn't have suprised me, though, given the first three songs of the set included, "Beer in Mexico," "Keg in the Closet," and "Sip of wine its summertime." Duh! What did I expect.

- Lesbians. Hugging each other with their hands in one another's pockets. Ick. At Kenny Chesnuts?

- Creative drink holders. Yes, I had never seen anything quite like it before! You take your 32 oz. soda (probably had beer in it) and you place it down your tank top/haulter top/tube top so that it rests between your boosooms. You can dance and move around all you want. When you get thirsty, just simply bend your head down and get a swallow.

- Creative fashion statements, Women: Haulter tops and tube tops - trying their best to contain very large women. (Note: the drink holder idea above would not work, of course, unless it was a larger woman stuffed into a small shirt.) Short, short skirts or shorts with big giant cowboy boots up to their knees.

- Creative fashion statments, Men: Tight wranglers, big belt buckles, Hawaiian shirts open in the front to reveal the nipple piercings, Muscle shirts to reveal the pasty white, albino muscles (at least show us your farmer tans), or of course simply no shirt at all

- The super duper drunk girl. This was the most distracting part of the evening. The people in front of us were all plastered before it even began, but one friend of theirs could not stand up. She fell about 15 times. At one point in time they FINALLY just let her lay there until the next drunkest told her to go with her to the bathroom. She fell on top of the people in front of her. She fell on top of the people behind her. She "hugged" all the men in the group just about toppling them over. Finally about 10:30, one of the less drunk men in the group left his wife there with the rest of the party and said, "I'm taking her home." Yippy! Have fun! What an idiot.

Overall, I think I may have finally cleansed myself of my Kenny Chesnuts habit. Not to say that I won't occasionally listen to an album while driving alone in my car, but as far as Chesnuts concerts go . . . . I'm done. Thanks for reading