It's boots and chaps... Rodeo part 5

Your song choice for this portion of the saga is: “Smoke a little smoke,” by Eric Church.

After the horses and riders, there were men wrestling calfs to the ground. There were tug-of-war games between the girls. there was music blaring and everyone was singing “Sweet home, Alabama” and shouting “WAR DAMN RODEO” as loud as they could along with the music.

When the bands started playing we headed around to the other side of the trailer beds. We danced along to Blackberry Smoke (see, I am already in a better place than the last year!). Eastin Corbin came on next and we swung around and twirled in the dirt with the people we had met. We sang and threw peanuts and strangers caught them in their mouths as they danced by. Everyone was dirty and dusty, and happy as can be. 

We slowly pushed our way around the crowd towards the front of the stage (legit VIP status, yo) and entered a roped off area directly in front of the stage. The area was about the size of a basketball court and had about 100 people in it. It was perfect. We were just feet from the stage and still had plenty of room to dance. We waited... 

Boom! Fire shot out of the stage and music blasted through the speakers... Eric Church took the stage. Beer and whiskey went flying through the air and all your could hear was screaming. It was a beautiful clear night, and at the height of his “Springsteen” hit. We swayed and danced and sang. It was the perfect concert. He chugged whiskey and poured it over the crowds. A bra sailed through the air and caught onto the neck of his guitar. Legitimately the only time I have ever seen underwear thrown onto a stage in real life.

The crowd was loud and rowdy. They knew every word to every song. Whiskey showered down on us and the fire glared from the stage. I have never danced so amazingly in my life, I am sure. We all hung on to each other and swayed with the music. A new friend came up and tore the bottom half of Bueter’s jeans off, leaving him with only a denim loincloth, then tore the sleeves off James’ shirt. They promptly tied the shreds of clothing around their heads, naturally. We jumped and danced and sang until I didn’t think I could anymore.