Who Got the Keys to the Jeep
I gave Tyler tickets to see one of his favorite country artists for Christmas. Craig Morgan was to play at 8 Second Saloon in Indianapolis. Yesterday was the day.
We set out on our two-hour drive to Indianapolis. Tyler was the driver and I sat in the passenger seat. We were making idle chitchat about how our work days had went and talking about our plans for dinner and the concert. We decided our best bet was to get a hotel room close to the concert venue. I got on Priceline.com on my phone and got a nice room at a great rate.. only $55!
Just north of Bloomington, we were in the left northbound lane when I noticed the car on my right. The driver was a middle-aged dark-skinned man driving a red hatchback Toyota car. As I looked closer, it appeared that he was having a conversation via text or messenger on his phone. His right wrist was propped up on the steering wheel as he texted one-handed. His eyes were darting back and forth between his phone and the road. I was appalled but not surprised since it seems to be a pretty common problem. But on a four-lane highway? I brought it up to Tyler who glanced over at the man to check it out. Just as Tyler looked at the driver, he pulled a blanket from the passenger seat and placed it over his lap. Tyler's eyes went back to the road and I continued to watch the man. Was he cold? His left hand went below the blanket and I giggled. Nope. This man was clearly not cold but something far worse. I got Tyler's attention again and he quickly sped up. As we were pulling away, the man noticed me laughing. I don't think that he was a bit ashamed of what he was doing. "Was he just about to..." Tyler's voice faded out and we both erupted into laughter as we drove on.
Once we arrived at our hotel, we checked in and then went out to enjoy dinner before the concert. Upon our return, the front desk agent told us that the hotel had a complimentary shuttle service that would take us to and from the concert. We just needed to tip the driver. Hell yeah. We could have a good time and not worry about getting back to the hotel safely. We loaded up in the shuttle and took off.
8 Second Saloon was a huge western themed bar. A large wooden dance floor surrounded by rustic fence and tables sat in the center of the room. Small areas to purchase drinks and beer lined the walls. A large bar called Marx was in the rear of the room and to the left of the dance floor was the stage. Reserved seating was in front of the stage in the form of tables and chairs so we made our way to our seats. The bar was packed and cowboy hats and boots. We could see people line dancing as we made our way around. Overall, a pretty cool place.
An older couple was already sitting at our table. Paul was obnoxious and working on his second bucket of beer and Brenda was far too quiet to hear over the music already playing. They'd been married 48 years, traveled to Vegas 2-3 times a year for 20 years, and he bragged of all his celebrity encounters and concerts....blah blah blah. I knew far too much about them. When the opening act started, the bar manager announced they would be raffling off 6 pairs of Meet and Greet passes to people who purchased tickets to a show at a later date. Tyler and I got in line to check prices, of course we wanted a chance to win Meet and Greet passes. Turns out tickets to other events were only $5 so we bought a couple. While standing in line to make our purchase, Tyler befriended the couple behind him, Brock and Wife (Sorry, Wife, I can't remember your name). Brock and Tyler promised each other that if one of them won the passes, he would take the other. The wives weren't really interested.
We took our seats and watched the opening act, Justin Adams from Bixby, OK. He was adorable up on that stage, smiling and flirting with the crowd. He'd run his hands through his hair and in some of the tightest (and well-fit) Wranglers I've ever seen. The girls in the audience were eating him up. His song Miss Me Whiskey (Spotify) was super catchy. So catchy infact that I'm listening to it on repeat while I type this. He might be someone some day so if I'm right, you heard about him here first. Keep your ears/eyes open for him.
'Wife' wanted to get his autograph and a picture after his set so we filed in line. He was so sweet and allowed her to get a picture of his Wranglers from behind! He was so down to earth.
As the opening act finished, the manager began calling out the Meet and Greet winner's names. Wouldn't you know it, Brock (our new friend) was among the winners. True to his word, he took Tyler with him to meet Craig Morgan. They high-fived and hugged like teenagers and skipped off to meet Craig. About thirty minutes later, they emerged from a private area, the guys still grinning and high-fiving. Of course Tyler is a total man, he didn't take any selfies as I would've and he didn't get one autograph. Anyway...it was finally show time.
Craig Morgan put on a hell of a concert. He sang all of his hits and then some and his band was out of this world. He stopped mid song to sign a cowboy boot that had been hoisted onto the stage. He told stories and cut up with the audience. This was our second time seeing him perform together and I'm sure it won't be our last. Although we had great seats, our pictures didn't turn out very well but here is one I wanted to share.
Two other highlights:
We met a terribly drunk man outside after the show. He kept yelling... 'Sandy, I need to poop!'
A maintenance man at our hotel burst out singing... 'Who got the keys to the jeep'.
We set out on our two-hour drive to Indianapolis. Tyler was the driver and I sat in the passenger seat. We were making idle chitchat about how our work days had went and talking about our plans for dinner and the concert. We decided our best bet was to get a hotel room close to the concert venue. I got on Priceline.com on my phone and got a nice room at a great rate.. only $55!
Just north of Bloomington, we were in the left northbound lane when I noticed the car on my right. The driver was a middle-aged dark-skinned man driving a red hatchback Toyota car. As I looked closer, it appeared that he was having a conversation via text or messenger on his phone. His right wrist was propped up on the steering wheel as he texted one-handed. His eyes were darting back and forth between his phone and the road. I was appalled but not surprised since it seems to be a pretty common problem. But on a four-lane highway? I brought it up to Tyler who glanced over at the man to check it out. Just as Tyler looked at the driver, he pulled a blanket from the passenger seat and placed it over his lap. Tyler's eyes went back to the road and I continued to watch the man. Was he cold? His left hand went below the blanket and I giggled. Nope. This man was clearly not cold but something far worse. I got Tyler's attention again and he quickly sped up. As we were pulling away, the man noticed me laughing. I don't think that he was a bit ashamed of what he was doing. "Was he just about to..." Tyler's voice faded out and we both erupted into laughter as we drove on.
Once we arrived at our hotel, we checked in and then went out to enjoy dinner before the concert. Upon our return, the front desk agent told us that the hotel had a complimentary shuttle service that would take us to and from the concert. We just needed to tip the driver. Hell yeah. We could have a good time and not worry about getting back to the hotel safely. We loaded up in the shuttle and took off.
8 Second Saloon was a huge western themed bar. A large wooden dance floor surrounded by rustic fence and tables sat in the center of the room. Small areas to purchase drinks and beer lined the walls. A large bar called Marx was in the rear of the room and to the left of the dance floor was the stage. Reserved seating was in front of the stage in the form of tables and chairs so we made our way to our seats. The bar was packed and cowboy hats and boots. We could see people line dancing as we made our way around. Overall, a pretty cool place.An older couple was already sitting at our table. Paul was obnoxious and working on his second bucket of beer and Brenda was far too quiet to hear over the music already playing. They'd been married 48 years, traveled to Vegas 2-3 times a year for 20 years, and he bragged of all his celebrity encounters and concerts....blah blah blah. I knew far too much about them. When the opening act started, the bar manager announced they would be raffling off 6 pairs of Meet and Greet passes to people who purchased tickets to a show at a later date. Tyler and I got in line to check prices, of course we wanted a chance to win Meet and Greet passes. Turns out tickets to other events were only $5 so we bought a couple. While standing in line to make our purchase, Tyler befriended the couple behind him, Brock and Wife (Sorry, Wife, I can't remember your name). Brock and Tyler promised each other that if one of them won the passes, he would take the other. The wives weren't really interested.
We took our seats and watched the opening act, Justin Adams from Bixby, OK. He was adorable up on that stage, smiling and flirting with the crowd. He'd run his hands through his hair and in some of the tightest (and well-fit) Wranglers I've ever seen. The girls in the audience were eating him up. His song Miss Me Whiskey (Spotify) was super catchy. So catchy infact that I'm listening to it on repeat while I type this. He might be someone some day so if I'm right, you heard about him here first. Keep your ears/eyes open for him.
'Wife' wanted to get his autograph and a picture after his set so we filed in line. He was so sweet and allowed her to get a picture of his Wranglers from behind! He was so down to earth.
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| Here's a picture of the audience I snagged from Justin's Facebook page. |
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| And this is the best picture they got... |
Craig Morgan put on a hell of a concert. He sang all of his hits and then some and his band was out of this world. He stopped mid song to sign a cowboy boot that had been hoisted onto the stage. He told stories and cut up with the audience. This was our second time seeing him perform together and I'm sure it won't be our last. Although we had great seats, our pictures didn't turn out very well but here is one I wanted to share.
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| Side Note: The grey haired man you see on the left is Paul. You're welcome. |
We met a terribly drunk man outside after the show. He kept yelling... 'Sandy, I need to poop!'
A maintenance man at our hotel burst out singing... 'Who got the keys to the jeep'.
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