Ladies Love Country Boys

What's better than getting your hands on a country boy?
Getting to watch 9 of them shake it for you all in one day!

On Saturday, Dom and I went to the South Florida Rib Round Up Country Festival and rib cook off in West Palm.  It was magical.

Even though my double shot margarita cost me $18. Holy expensive, Batman.

Country concerts are an absolute favorite of mine, since they always include my favorite things...

Country boys and booze.  Especially when said drink is about as large as my head.

The line up for the concert was pretty darn amazing. Think Florida Georgia Line, Lauren Alaina, Rodney Atkens, Kip Moore, Justin Moore, Josh Turner, Chris Cagle and more!

We were planning to go with one of Dom's friends and his girlfriend, tailgate for a few hours and then head in when Lauren Alaina came on, since she was the first act I wanted to see.  But, like all the best stories, our day went nowhere near as planned.

Dom's friend ended up not being able to make it at the last minute, so it was just us when we got there.  We were hanging out my the car indulging in some adult beverages when something that always seems to happen happened.

I sneezed. 12 times.
The couple standing by the car parked in front of us both turned around and blessed me 12 times. We laughed, introduced ourselves, and before we knew it, our day got a lot more fun.  They were down from Boston on Spring Break, and we're old people wishing we were on spring break.  Mix that with Party Nana and Dom's uncle Joe who came later on our 2 extra tickets and you have a quite the party!

Our section was pretty empty, so we snuck them into our section from the lawn and had an absolutely blast.

That is, until the wretched old lady behind us complained that we were standing up and got them kicked out. Right as Justin Moore announced for everyone to get off their "lazy asses," stand up and get the party started. We almost managed the subtle ticket hand off, but the guy realized Uncle Joe and John had the same seat. Lame! So naturally, Nana, Dom, Uncle Joe and I stood in front of her and danced our little hearts out for the rest of the set, and then joined John and Stacey on the lawn.

Every act was so good, and as the night went on and the drinks flowed my little heart kept feeling more and more like I was the fun person I used to be in college, and my body kept trying to remind me I am not.

After the concert, John and Stacey had a 2.5 hour drive back to their condo, which we decided was not an option.  So, we channeled our inner crazy Spring Break selves, pinky promised not to steal each others kidneys, and invited them to stay with us.


Per usual, Party Nana was ready for more cocktails, so we headed back to the house to change and play a few rounds of Asshole.  Then, Nana headed to sleep and us real and fake spring breakers headed downtown to a Mexican bar!

Men and their girly drinks! Stacey and I took all the pics and have none of us. Fail!

At around 2am (which immediately became 3am), our country music, tequila loving selves gave into our bodies and we finally went to bed. Stacey and John on the blow up mattress, Uncle Joe next to them on the couch (also pretending he was on spring break!) and Dom and I somewhere near our bed.

The next morning the 6 of us had a big breakfast of eggs, bacon, water, and tylenol, and John and Stacey headed on their way!  My poor body has no idea what hit it, and I can absolutely not party like I used to, but it was one of the most fun days Dom and I have had in awhile!

We're so happy we got to spend it with two new friends, and keep our kidneys. ;)