So, Meg and I had purchased tickets to the Kenny Chesney concert months ago. They were decent seats as far as large venues go, but they certainly weren't great. Regardless, we were just happy to be going to the concert.
And then something awesome happened. One of Meg's coworkers, having recently relocated from Nashville, said that she had connections and could get us better seats.
Free seats.
Phenomenal seats.
How on earth will I ever sit in regular seats again? Kenny Chesney was literally about 20 feet away. He was close enough for me to tell that he is indeed only about 5'8" and that he could probably wear my size 29 jeans. He was close enough that I could see his stubble and his crow's feet from getting too much sun while drinking beers in Mexico.
The only way they could have been better would have been if we were sitting in his lap. In other words, it was a completely new concert going experience and I fear that I'll never be able to buy nosebleed seats again.
1 comment:
bummer for you LOL!
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