Wild Bills Recap - A Little Disappointing, Eric Church Recap - Legendary!

Well, I'm sad to say that Saturday night was not the red-neck, buck-toothed experience I thought it was going to be. I was expecting full-on cut-off flanel shirts, paired with gianormous belt buckles, cowboy hats and boots, but I really didn't see that much of that attire there. There were no coyote-ugly bartenders, no mechanical bull (or at least it was out of my line of sight), no line-dancing even! I did see some Woo Girls though, and I, myself became a Woo Girl, so I had that going for me. But all in all, my drinking game didn't play out quite as well as I thought it would have. But the concert was, in a word, AMAZING. There was lots of Jager, TONS of people, and Eric played my song, and we danced and sang and all was right with the world. I got a little, shall we say, schwasty-faced on Saturday, thanks to my very non-coyote-esque (read: she-male) bartender and my good friend Jager:

Must...keep...eyes...open...

That area on my head behind my ears really hurts right now. And for that matter, so does my whole head. And my legs, arms, shoulders, ass and feet. Partially because of working out (effing WOMPs), partially because of dancing in high-heeled boots last night, and partially because I am utterly wiped out. For some reason I agreed to go with Andy to Star Bar last night at 11:30pm! Probably not the smartest thing to do when I have to work in the morning. But hey, it was Mardi Gras last night - that's a viable excuse to go out on a Tuesday, right? Right. Except I forgot it was Mardi Gras until I saw a bunch of people with beads on in the bar.