A sight to behold, for sure, but for us, the beholding-worthy site was right outside the doors:
I would say it pays to have friends in high places, but that would be a trite and pretentious phrase and we here at the Home Team do not flaunt our good fortune when it so very rarely descends upon us. Except for right now.
Dudes, my friends hooked us up.
Here's the scenario: rain...tent...food...beverage (the kind that requires lime) ...tent...food...beverage. And free parking across the street from the Center.
I love these friends!
Here's me and the friend we now owe favors to. (About two seconds before this picture was taken that woman in the brown shirt asked me if I had a hair brush she could borrow.)
"...what to wear, what to wear. Shoot, this Hanes t-shirt still has a few hours left in it. Lemme get my hat. And a necklace!"
The ferocious guards at the entrance to the tent...keeping all the unsavory freebie-seeking characters out.
...or keeping them in?!
Could he have at least grabbed the blue hula-hoop?
Okay, now here's where it gets ugly: Leann Rimes, the whole reason I sold my...ahem. The reason Pete was counting the days to the concert? Called in sick. Something -itis. I don't know. I believe he'll be scarred for a while.
So in her stead, Miranda Lambert sang her substitutin' lil' heart out. Way to step up, girl...
Not too sure Pete feels the same way. He's still feeling pretty bluuuu-uuu-uuuu-uuuu-uuu....