A couple weekends ago, I collected on a long awaited date night.  For Christmas, Vinay got me these:

Tickets to Country Fest with Kenny Chesney & Tim McGraw!  My reaction was ‘Yay!…Wait does this mean you are going with me or I get to bring a friend?’  Vinay HATES country music.  BUT part of the gift was that he was going to go with me.  Last year, I had gone, big pregnant belly and all, with a co-worker and friends.  It was a nice time, but I was pretty tame considering Avery was a month from entering the world – I didn’t do much bouncing around.

I have to mention that I LOVE LOVE LOVE Kenny Chesney.  He was the one and only poster hanging over my bed Freshman year.  He was on the beach with his guitar in cutoff jean shorts….No Shoes. No Shirt. NO PROBLEM! Now that I think about it, I wonder what happened to that poster…

This time, Vinay and I indulged in a sausage and some nachos, and although he refused to wear a cowboy hat, we had a pretty good time.

Much to our inconvenience, the concert was on a Friday night – which meant fighting traffic after work AND finding a sitter for Avery that won’t cost us a zillion dollars.  Luckily, we had Grammy and Auntie Sarah over for the weekend (good planning!) and we jetted out of work a little early and headed to the concert AFTER the early tailgating rush.  When we got there, a new band from my hometown state (Vermont) was the opening act: Grace Potter and the Nocturnals. She was very energetic and proud to perform in New England – and she performed her hit song with Kenny Chesney later on in the night.

Around the time the sun was finally out of our eyes, Tim came on and put on an hour or so show, then a LONG intermission and Kenny came out.  Vinay didn’t know ANY of the songs, so he made me sing the lyrics to him because he wanted to analyze the song because they’re usually about a dog, truck, drinking, or a woman.  It was a fun game to keep him involved.

We left the concert around 10:30PM, and it was still going on… we listened as we watched to our car, and beat the traffic out.  All in all, a great date night – but I don’t think Vinay will be buying me tickets again for next year… I’m surprised he made it through this concert – but not surprised he still despises country music…. oh well… he was a great hubby for taking me!

Are you a concert-goer?  It was a little weird going to a concert as a parent.  The teenage girls dressed in almost nothing and drunken 20-somethings wasn’t very appealing.  Maybe it was because I was sober or because now I think more like a parent…?