I'm supposed to blog here about going down to OKC with the Lovely Ladies to see George Strait this past Friday night.
I would rerun a post about the last time we went to see him, but I can't find the post and (big and) I can't remember when we went last. It may have something to do with the amount of alcohol I drank that night. So I'll give you a quick update...
Whenever it was we went last - We started out at a Mexican restaurant. Two of us split a pitcher of mighty fine tasting Margaritas and the third had a beer with our dinner.
Then we walked over to the bar we like and met up with the fourth Lovely Lady. It was here that I was introduced to the Colorado Bulldog and the Buttery Nipple. I had one of each. Then we shot pool until it was time to go on down the street to the concert venue.
So let me recap - half a pitcher of goodness + Colorado Bulldog + Buttery Nipple = me not walking well. I was chided for not keeping up with the group as we walked to the concert. Aren't my friends nice? (At least I didn't slip into an alley to take a leak. Ahem.)
Then, at the concert (third row!), I tended to close my eyes for a bit while King George was on the other side of the square stage where we couldn't see him. I got nudged a lot and told to wake up. I wasn't sleeping, I swear! Plus, since I am really old, it was so stinking loud. The Ladies would try to talk to me and I would just smile and nod 'cause I couldn't hear a thing they were saying.
This year, it wasn't that bad. Four of us split the pitcher. I subtracted the Bulldog, but added an extra Nipple. (If you are at all interested in making a bartender just a little speechless, when he asks for your order, loudly (Is there any other way in a bar?)declare, "I would like TWO BUTTERY NIPPLES!") I like to knock one back and then slowly sip on the other. If you haven't had one of these and you are a drinker, please try one. Seriously.
At this concert, we were on the second row! From the back! Our ticket buyer didn't have the luck she had last time. We had fun none the less.
'Cause what is not to like when you are out with the Ladies?