Wow...why didn't someone tell me it has almost been a month since my last blog? You clearly do not miss the random thoughts that pour out of this big ol' brain of mine.
Did anyone watch the CMA's last night? Well I did, and yes I am going to talk about them, so hold on to your belt buckles.
A cute little southern friend of mine and I were texting back and forth about the CMA's, and going back and reading them this morning I realized its a pretty accurate recap of what happened. So I am going to sum it up for you.
1. Although I love Sugarland, she creeped me out last night. Her hair was too short, their performance was to "cutesy" and the white leggings were a bad choice. It made me feel awkward.
2. All I wanted was Jason Aldeen to come out in some extremely tight jeans and put on a rock and roll type show with lights, smoke, guitars and lots of sweating. What did he do? Snuggled up to Kelly Clarkson and her booty...dammmn girl, where did that booty come from?! It was a let down.
3. Miranda...killed it! She jumped around like a maniac in 6 inch heels during her performance, and won almost every thing. And she is engaged to Blake Shelton. She is a winner all around in my book.
4. Kid Rock was my guilty pleasure of the night. He definitely raided Bo Cephus's closet for his get-up. But Hank is a legend so it worked.
5. I loved Brad Paisley's performance. He is an amazing guitarist. I am so happy he won Entertainer of the Year...he cried! Kind of looked like a tool but a cute tool.
6. I wish I had a reason to wear Cinderella gowns like Carrie Underwood.
7. I had a solo dance party when Dierks sang "Up on the Ridge." That song is so underplayed, and that's a bold statement in this day and age.
So after a country music filled night, I have decided I would love to move to Nashville. And here is my life plan...
Patrick will become an underground sensation at all of the local country bars. He will sing with bands all over Nashville and I will spend all my nights dancing by the light of the neon moon. (Music Trivia: Who sings that song?) My days will be filled with working at a horse ranch just outside of Nashville, cleaning stalls, riding and washing down horses. I will only wear plaid shirts, and giant white cowboy hats, and black cowboy boots. Oh, and jeans, because although it would be hot to only wear a shirt, hat and boots, it might get uncomfortable while riding.
After a long day of working on the farm, Pat and I will go drive into town to go to MJP's concert. We of course get ushered right back stage and while Pat goes to sound check to sing as a back up singer, I go find the dancer, and change into their costume. Oh did I forget to mention? MJP is a multi million dollar country music star and Pat sings back up for her when she is in town, and I am a backup dancer. George Strait, Jason Aldeen, and Blake and Miranda would know Patrick and I as "the Dube's" and we would invite them over to our garage to play beer pong every Friday night....
It could happen. I want Nashville. I want the southern twaaaang.
