"Music is what feelings sound like."

Well, after two days of recouping...I think I'm almost back to normal. 

I'm not entirely sure but I think George may have fallen in love with me...

George was, of course, AMAZING.  Some things never change.  We had too many beers, sang entirely too loudly, and danced like there was no tomorrow.  Apparently we were on the jumbo tron at one point - I'm sure if anyone was watching, they got a good laugh.

The people that were sitting around us seemed bored...they sat down the WHOLE time and we got yelled at approximately 8 times.  Did we care?  Did it phase us?  Absolutely not.  We were having the time of our lives and that was all we really cared about. 

Every concert that I go to with my mom, I always tell her towards the end,

If I grab your hand and start running, just go with it.  Don't try to fight me.  Just do it. 

Well, she's gotten pretty good at listening....I think it was Brooks and Dunn last year when we got to stand on a little platform thing in front of the stage and she got to touch Ronnie Dunn....or maybe it was last year when she saw me holding hands with our Georgie Poo....

Regardless, she didn't fight me....she followed.  I like to think that I know what I'm doing....I always weasel my way to the front.  If there is a chance to touch them, I'm taking it.  And guess what?  I didn't let her down.  Cyndi got to touch our George.  And she told me yesterday that she reluctantly washed it.  :)

He was incredible.  Sang all of the songs that you would want to hear, and some new ones.  He sang to us for 2 hours....after Lee Ann Womack sang for 30 minutes and Reba for an hour and a half.  Needless to say, we were worn out.  But it was SOOOO worth being exhausted for a couple of days....

Until next time George....until next time.  And I plan on making this whole, holding hands with George thing a tradition.