Best. Weekend. Ever.
Everyone knows that I need a reason to get out of bed before eight in the morning. So when I was up and out of bed at 4.30am last Friday, you’d better believe there was a damn good reason – two good reasons actually. Kix Brooks and Ronnie Dunn.
That’s right! Yours truly had tickets to their first ever Australian concert and I was not going to waste a second of the best weekend in my life (so far). So on Friday morning Rosie and I flew down to Brisbane for the start of our weekend. After the trek up Wickham Terrace to drop off our bags, we hit the shops. I not only submitted to trying on cutesy dresses, I actually bought one! In addition to a pair of shoes, another dress and shirts that would look right at home on my alter ego Christine.
Hours later, when we had finally run out of shops, we trekked back up the hill where we had a nanna nap. Of course, with one bathroom between two girls, there wasn’t much time for a nap before we had to get ready for the concert.
Train was packed with fellow B&D fans which just hyped us up even more. Once we got passed those lovely, thorough security guards, we were in heaven. Brooks and Dunn merchandise everywhere! And yes, I had to buy it. Although it seemed like half of Rocky was at the concert, I didn’t actually see anyone that I knew, which was lucky, since I was screaming like a wild woman when the show started.
Unfortunately, it didn’t last long when I heard Catherine Britt fail to hit the right note again and again. Half an hour after this ungodly torture started, it was over. Adam Harvey stepped up next to show Catherine Britt exactly how much the crowd didn’t like her. I swear the screams were three times as loud for him (or perhaps because she had finally left the stage).
Quick interval, a few “pinch me, I’m dreaming” and then every rule I have ever learnt about behaving in public went out the window. From the first chord, I was like a wild woman. Screaming, whistling, more screaming…and all for a couple of guys my parents age. Not that age had anything to do with it – I’d tap both of them if I had the chance. This was the best concert I have even been to. It even beat seeing Fozzy at the London Astoria. By a lot. Beat them into the ground.
Even when the concert was over, I was still doing Ric Flair impressions – WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Even the next day, we were still high at kites with adrenaline. Even as I write this, I still can’t believe that I actually got to see the amazing duo live. The only thing that could possibly top this would be a double act of Big and Rich and Trace Atkins.
But, I digress…back to my weekend. Did I mention that Sexpo was on that same weekend that I was down there? Pity I was too busy shopping to call in, but it’ll be on again next year.
The rest of the weekend passed in a hazy memory of the BEST. CONCERT. EVER. so you’ll excuse me if I don’t recall the rest of it, I’m still lost in a haze of Kix Brooks and Ronnie Dunn.
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