Thursday evening, hubby and I attended the Trace Adkins concert in Tulsa.  I had seen Trace before, almost five years ago. My bestie and another friend and I all have June birthdays and we had gone to Nashville to celebrate our fiftieth birthdays.  While there, we went to Opryland and there were three "headliners" for the show we saw.  They were relatively new and up and coming artists at the time.  The three were: Sara Evans, Dierks Bentley and...Trace Adkins.  I liked Trace from the get-go.  He is a BIG man with a commanding presence and his voice.  Well, that deep deep voice was just something to listen to folks.  So.  Fast forward to last fall.  Hubby and I saw that he was coming for a concert and since hubby likes him as well, we got tickets.  Unfortunately, Trace canceled the originally scheduled concert.  Thursday night was the rescheduled show.  I think that by rescheduling, they may  have lost some of the concert goers.  I was quite surprised that the upper half of the arena was curtained off.  The remainder of the arena was full with an enthusiastic, if somewhat eclectic crowd.  Sheesh!!  Hubby and I are people watchers of the first order.  We can have a good time just watching people.  I never fail to be amused by...well, by people.

When we found our seats, which were pretty good seats close to, and just up from the stage, there was a couple already seated in the chairs right next to ours.  This was an ODD couple for sure.  Mr. looked to be in his late twenties, maybe early thirties.  Missy, looked to be about fourteen.  This girl was TINY and exotic looking.  She was all curled up in her chair, sitting with her knees to her chest.  Call me nostalgic and OLD, but it's been a LOOOONNNNGGG time since I have been able to sit that way.  Heavens, I don't think I could even GET my knees to my chest, much less sit for MOST of an evening like that!  At one point, I thought she was gonna crawl into her boyfriend's lap.  Anywho, he seemed to be quite smitten with her and was very attentive and amused by her.

During an intermission between acts, I looked and here came the "hippie" couple.  He was a sight to see with long gray/blonde hair flowing down his back, ratty blue jeans and plaid flannel shirt.  But what was a sight to see was the lady.  She was pretty short, had on the tightest white, low necked shirt and blue jeans, and she had the BIGGEST set of store bought boobies I have ever EVER seen.  I am almost 55 years old folks and I have seen a lot.  But, I've never witnessed anything quite like her.  I looked at hubby and observed that if she's ever on a plane that goes down in water, she has an automatic set of flotation devices!!  She appeared as if she might fall face forward at any moment from the imbalance of those huge melons on her chest.  Now, my question to you peeps is, WHY in the world would any woman DO that to herself?  Do people like that really think it makes them more attractive?  Do they not realize how CARTOONISH they look??  I just don't get it and probably never will.  To say that Mr. Hippie was, indeed, attentive to this woman would be an understatement.

Just in front of us was a Native American (Indian) couple and their son.  The man was classic with the very beautiful skin color, the long sleek black hair and the sharp cheeks and nose.  I caught several looks at this man in profile with the stage lights behind him and his face was reminiscent of any of the Native Americans painted and sculpted in  western art we see in museums in our state. 

There was a group of three (young) teenage boys who were seated in the row below us and a ways to our left.  These boys were not dressed in country get up (i.e. cowboy boots, western jeans, etc.).  They were in jeans, t-shirts and ball caps.  I noticed that they STOOD for most of Trace's part of the show.  They weren't being obnoxious or anything, they just stood quietly watching and holding up their hands giving the "No. 1" sign.

Speaking of holding your hands up.  There was the drunken lady sitting one row in front of us and a few seats to our left.  She didn't even bother coming to be seated with her man while the opening acts played.  Nope.  She musta been out in the foyer drinking her several of those TALL (like two feet tall) frozen margaritas that they sell.  To say that she was tooted would be an understatement.  But she wasn't an obnoxious drunk.  She was a MELLOW drunk.  She ALSO stood for the entirety of Trace's set.  And she held up ONE arm (the right one) and pointed at the stage and waved it around in time to the music, swaying back and forth and singing along.  She never sat.  She never put her arm down.  She never quit swaying gently to and fro.  And she never quit singing.  She was a wonder to behold and I am SURE that she didn't bother the lady beHIND her who couldn't see a ding durn thing!  Nope.  I am sure she didn't.

And finally, there were the "screamers" who were seated behind us.  They were there with an elderly lady in a wheel chair who, and I am NOT kidding here, had HOT PINK streaks painted in her hair.  Since they were right behind us, I could hear their conversations.  There would be a hair raising, ear splitting scream, and then I'd hear "I can scream louder, like, I really can!"  And then there'd be another scream.  And, yes, it's hard to believe, but the scream WAS louder.  Who woulda thunk it!  So I spent quite a bit of the evening holding my hands over my ears from time to time when Miss "I can scream louder" had to show her stuff.  I didn't want to go home with a busted ear drum.  No sirree.

So, that is a snap shot of my observations of the people around us.  There were really elderly, middle aged, teen aged, barely walking and every other aged persons there.  I enjoyed the concert but enjoyed the people watching as well.  I never cease to be amazed by people!  "OOooooeee shut my mouth, slap your grandma" it was a good time!!

Ya'll have a wondermous weekend!!

Hugs!

Bev

P. S. - Now don't ya'll go slappin' no grandmas!  That's just part of one of the songs Trace sang.  You know the one.  The one that the video for it made his momma have to change churches to one where the people didn't know who she was and who her son was.

P.S.S.  Ladies.  If you are attending a concert at which you will be in CLOSE proximity to hundreds and hundreds of people...PLEASE do not douse yourself with half that bottle of "Eau de Pepe Le Pew" cologne YOU love so much.  I promise you....I PROMISE you, you will not smell as nice as you THINK you do.  You just WON'T!!  I'm just sayin'.....

I am over being mad for the moment.  I got my last name off here so for now, no harm, no foul.  I will stick around for now until MSN pisses me off again I guess.  I am looking at Blogger because so many of my friends have gone over there.  Who knows, maybe I'll have TWO blogs.  Yeah.  Right.  I do SO well at keeping up with this one.  NOT!!

I hope everyone has a good day today.  I know, I know.  This is a commercial holiday forced upon us.  We shouldn't need to have just ONE day set aside to tell those we love that we do, in fact, love them.  We should tell them every day.  Better yet, we should SHOW our love by our actions every day.  Do we all manage to do that?  I would wager that most of us don't.  I know that I love hubby MORE than words could ever express.  Do I feel like I show that every day with him?   Not so much.  And I should, because he's a wonderful man.  My life is SO much better and SO much richer because of him.   As I have said before, I am well and truly blessed.  I am blessed because hubby loves me in spite of my "blonde moments" that drive him buggy nuts.  He loves me in spite of my faults and imperfections, and let me tell ya, I have plenty of those.  He loves me in spite of my "senior moments" and  my "not so perfect moments."  If you are reading this dear hubby, just know that I love you EVERY day, ALL day, and even though I might not be perfect at showing that, and even though I know I sometimes get on your VERY last nerve, I am thankful for you.  I am well and truly blessed for sure.

I hope everyone has a blessed day and weekend!  I appreciate the friendship and support of each one of you!!

Hugs!

Bev

As has happened to EVERYONE on spaces, I have been "outed" as you can plainly see.  When I started this blog, for reasons I do not want to go into, I decided NOT to use my real life name.  It was not in my comfort zone since I was new to blogging.  I do this for myself and did not start this blog for family and friends.  Only hubby and my bestie know about my blog.  Thanks to the sucky people at Windows live, if you private message anyone you HAVE TO use your name.  It IMMEDIATELY replaces ALL your settings.  I am pissed to say the least.  There are a number of you who knew my real life identity.  But not many of you.  Well, now ya'll know.  I have made many friends here and I don't mind my friends knowing who I am.  BUT for the occasional anonymous blog walkers out there (and MOST of the people who visit my site I can't even tell where they came from and THAT's another peeve) I don't particularly care to have them know who I am.  So, I am thinking about closing this site down, just as Kat did hers.

There isn't even anyone that I know to complain to.  But if anyone from spaces happens by here.  YOU SUCK BIG TIME!!  I should have been entitled to remain private if I chose to do so as long as I was doing nothing harmful to other bloggers.  Outside of my bad grammar from time to time, I don't think I have done much harm.   SO, I am pondering the next move.  I am a lot more comfortable on here than I used to be. That said, I only wish for my regular blog friends to know who I am.

If I move and you would like me to send you a link, let me know.  In the meantime, I'm sitting here p'o'd as all get out and pondering my next move.

Beverly

P.S. I just mentioned the situation to my hubby and his vote is to close down this site.