Saucy

 I like saucy flight attendants: “In the words of my Mom on my 18th birthday, ‘Get your stuff and get out.’”

Part 2 - 1,000 miles

I can see the Sprint Center, but I can't get to it.

Over the past week, I logged almost 1,000 miles behind the wheel of a car.

First off, what can I say about Kansas City? It was the Chief's best shows that I've seen yet.

First off, I have to say that every time I venture to this corner of the state, I'm almost always carted around in the passenger seat of a car. Friends drive me, a boss drove me, a romantic interest that fired me took me once.

It occured to me while driving that I've never actually driven in Kansas City. It turns out that I really suck at it.

I missed the exit to the Sprint Center three times in a row. It's a huge shiny building downtown...how is it possible for me to pass it so many times?

I had to do parking garages. I hate parking garages.

I curb checked more than a few times, always on the right side of the car.

Where'd that curb come from?

I severely misjudged the amount of time it would take for me to get to a parking space for the first concert. We walked in around 8:15 p.m., which is rare for this nerd. I'm never that late to Church! (He started promptly at 8:30 p.m., right after I grabbed a drink and gave up on the line for the women's restrooms.)

The two shows were the best Eric Church shows I've seen yet. He belted out Sweet Caroline, a song I've sung in so many bars throughout college and after that I lost count. (So good! So good! So good!)

Someone gave him a Kansas City Chiefs jersey, which Eric Church wore and then the crowd started to chant. Because I am a Denver Broncos person, the Chiefs chant was completely lost on me, but it was certain that Kansas City loved them some Eric Church.

Wow, Kansas City.

That was fun as hell.

We heard Creepin' both nights. We heard break up songs, make up songs, get drunk and get high and go to hell songs, go to a bar and pick up a girl and then get drunk and get high songs, and only one love song, which is all right with me for this point in my life.

It was a party up in the Sprint Center and I loved every second of it.

Who would have thought that little ol' Kansas City loved to party so much?

In other news, music helps.

Music heals.

I have so many questions, Kansas City.

Looks like rain today

It's Gary Allan day, ya'll. 

What I'd Say

Talkin' to the mirror, whispering your name
It's just like you were here, you'd think I was insane
I hold these conversations in the silence of my room
Rehearsing all the things I'd say should I run into you

How's it goin', might be what I'd say
Well you broke my heart you know
Or it looks like rain today
Or God I've missed you
Since you went away
You're lookin' well
Or go to hell
Might be what I'd say

There's time I've been so angry
I could put my fist right through the wall
And then there's times I've come so close
To givin' you a call
I love you and I hate you
All at the same time
Then I pray you'll come back to me
Before I lose my mind

How's it goin', might be what I'd say
Well you broke my heart you know
Or it looks like rain today
Or God I've missed you
Since you went away
You're lookin' well
Or go to hell
Might be what I'd say

Or maybe, God I've missed you
Since you went away
You're lookin' well
Or go to hell
Might be what I'd say

Higher wire

I don't why it does but it sure do, don't it, honey?
Being in love with you is as easy as spending money
Keep me higher than the fog, it's a-hidin' my copper line-ups
Yeah, there ain't no landing gear on this big jetliner

Benedictine baby
Chartreuse snake old lady
Appalachia moonshine crazy
Bible belt and a sinner's fire
Love on a higher wire

Brother, it's a mother undercover with a voodoo woman
Roll the dice, bet your life every night, keep the black magic coming
I should run from you like a vampire does from daylight
But I don't know how to quit 'cause I know what addiction tastes like

Benedictine baby
Chartreuse snake old lady
Appalachia moonshine crazy
Bible belt and a sinner's fire
Love on a higher wire

I rode on twenty
Bet on black
Roll them bones
Drink my Jack
Go all in
Call my bluff
And don't nothin' keep me coming back again

My note - I am most excited to hear this song live. :)

Dream in my eye and a prayer in my heart

Should've Been a Cowboy

Toby Keith

I bet you've never heard ole Marshall Dillion say
Miss Kitty have you ever thought of running away
Settling down will you marry me
If I asked you twice and begged you pretty please
She'd of said, "Yes in a New York minute"
They never tied the knot
His heart wasn't in it
Stole a kiss as he road away
He never hung his hat up at Kitty's place

I should've been a Cowboy
I should'be learned to rope and ride
Wearing my six-shooter riding by pony on a cattle drive
Stealing the young girl's hearts
Just like Gene and Roy
Singing those campfire songs
I should've been a cowboy

I might of had a side kick with a funny name
Running wild through the hills chasing Jesse James
Ending up on the brink of danger
Riding shotgun for the Texas Rangers
Go west young man, haven't you been told
California's full of whiskey, women and gold
Sleeping out all night beneath the dessert stars
Dream in my eye and a prayer in my heart

I should've been a Cowboy
I should'be learned to rope and ride
Wearing my six-shooter riding by pony on a cattle drive
Stealing the young girl's hearts
Just like Gene and Roy
Singing those campfire songs
I should've been a cowboy

Photos

Random other things I found online that I love:

"If someone in my social circle ever pulled this shit, I'd disappear from their life so fast they'd think I'd been kidnapped by a black ops team. This dude has just torpedoed his reputation among anyone with two brain cells to rub together."

- Found on a reddit post.  :)