CMA Fest (Nashville, TN, Day 1-2)

I told Cap I wasn’t going to blog this trip but Judy asked for it so I’m just going to write a few thoughts each day. I’ve been listening to a lot of country lately so I will be speaking to you in Country for this series of short posts. 

Here’s some of my observations, just to give you a feel for the atmosphere here at the CMA Fest in Nashville, Tennessay. 

The Husband called it State Fair on steroids and I wasn’t totally on board with that description until I saw the damn dunk tank today. You might think I’m kiddin’ but I am not. 

I packed all wrong. Even though I had two dresses hemmed before I packed them. I had that lady take 2 inches off the length and I should’ve said 22 inches. You really can’t believe how short a skirt can get until you see it. I will try’n get a photo for you as soon as I get my chin back off the floor. 

Also I am 42 years too old to be here. 

Today I am wearing shorts so I put those “leg lift” tapes on my thighs. I fear the left one is a little close to my delicate parts so I will report back on that tomorrow.

The Husband and I saw each other on the other side of midnight last night for the first time in a while—probably since someone was in the hospital and we were dragged out bed. Weren’t pretty. 

Despite that he whipped those hotel blackout curtains wide open this morning and dragged me out of bed at 8am so we wouldn’t be late to see Carly Pearce in a Meet n Greet at…11 folks. Straight up 3 hours too early. 

Here’s how that Meet n Greet went:

Carly: I love you. 

Hillary (aka Lady A): No I love you.

Carly: Gosh, I l just love you.

Hillary: Mmm. Me too!

Then they launched into a list of all the other people they love, droppin’ first and last names. Watching that sign language girl trying to spell out all those names was downright exhausting. That’s 45 minutes of my life I’ll never get back. 

Just before that Meet n Greet I had a clear view of the stage until this lady sat down in front of me. Look at how big her hair is. Turns out she’s French which was cool ‘cause I was able to ask her in French to take off that damn 10-gallon hat she first had on. 

Same thing happened last night when I started with one view then had another one altogether. But luck is on my side ‘cause today I found a cowboy hat on the ground’n snatched it up. It fits The Husband just fine so he’ll be wearin’ it tonight to see Blake Shelton. 

If you’da told me a month ago I’d be singing the actual song lyrics of a song by a guy named Jelly Roll today, I woulda called you a liar to your face. 

Keepin’ it short, folks. More tomorrow if there’s anything worth writin’ ‘bout.