Ann and Kay
A couple of days ago we went with Kay and Robert to Picola, OK to a Jamey Johnson concert. We stayed at the casino where the concert was held. I’m not a huge fan of Jamey Johnson, but Robert likes him a lot, I have some of his CD’s. It’s country.
The concert started at eight, and we got there in plenty of time to have some beers. Some of us had a snack before the music started. The venue was a big room with movable chairs with a slightly raised stage at one end.
We dressed for comfort and wore shorts, a casual shirt and sandals. We would have blended in better if we had worn some cowboy boots and jeans with a big belt buckle. A cowboy hat would have rounded out our ensemble quite nicely.
Our Rowdy Friends
The young people sitting behind us announced early on that “We’re gonna get a little rowdy.” I said that’s OK, we have been known to get a little rowdy ourselves. Very soon after the concert started, the guy behind us said “Damn, I expected to get thrown out of this place, but I didn’t expect to get thrown out so soon.” I guess the man threatened him if he didn’t sit down. He bitched off and on about not being allowed to stand up. “This is a concert, God dammit; why can’t we stand up.” Apparently, standing was against the rules. I told the guy that we should all stand up, “They can’t throw us all out, can they? Woo hoo!!” I didn’t really meant it. But, way later in the concert, we all stood up for short periods of time from time to time. We were all being rowdy.
The music was loud. It had plenty of bass and 2 sets of drums. All the sounds kind of ran together into a loud, muffled jumble of music and noise. I couldn’t understand very much of what the singer said. But, the people behind us helped the situation by singing some of the songs. I could understand them better. I could have done without some of the screaming, but they warned us they would be rowdy. I wore ear plugs so as not to become totally deaf by the end of the concert.
The beer was cheap–$2.50. There was constant movement of the crowd either to go get some beer or go get rid of some beer.
We had some beer and a good time. From time to time I would execute a fist pump just to show that I was in the spirit of things. When I did that the girl/young woman behind me would rub me on the shoulders. That just kind of made me want to do it some more. Before the concert was over, she was rubbing both of her hand through my hair, or in the general vicinity of where my hair used to be.
One of the guys behind us got a little too rowdy, and a man in a suit followed by uniformed officers escorted him out. It’s never a good sign when you see a man in a suit coming your way. The guy made two mistakes. He got too drunk, and he stood up on his chair. If it’s against the rule to stand up, then is really breaks the rule to stand on a chair. He never returned. If he remembers it at all, he can brag to his rowdy friends about being thrown out of the concert.
When the concert ended we hugged and high-fived the people behind us. Then, it happened. One of the girls lifted up her blouse and showed us her titties. I took a picture. I would post the picture here, but it’s only in my mind. But, I can still see it.
