Strait Talk

Tonight, I am going to the George Strait concert in Buffalo. My whole life, I have wanted to see him sing live. By far, most of my memories from junior high through high school had a George Strait song associated with them. I can remember being at a party in junior high and hearing "Amarillo
By Morning". I can remember dancing at the loop with my high school boyfriend to an entire George Strait cassette. In case you can't tell, I love his music.

One time, when I was in Dilley, Texas, I saw him going into a store. (no, I did not approach him - people deserve their privacy) He is from Pearsall and went to school with my mother, about 15 miles down the road. I lived in San Antone for a while. He has a place out west of SA. I wished with all my heart that I could have attended a concert of his; but, it seemed like most of his concerts were taking place near Corpus Christi. Then, when I lived in Arlington, he came to the new Cowboys stadium, but there was no way I could have afforded tickets to Jerry Jones' creation. So now, I live in Western NY and the Man is coming to Buffalo tonight. I literally have chills just thinking about it. ...and tears.

You see, I bought these tickets a few months ago and I told myself that I would be wearing my favorite jeans (size 24W) Seven7s. I can remember when those were my big, comfy jeans. Now, I can't even get them buttoned. My focus was supposed to be on getting those jeans on. I seriously don't know what the hell is wrong with me. Alas, I will be the only person in the place without jeans on - I'll be the fat chick with the elastic waist stretchy pants that no one wants to sit by because I should really be in two seats instead of one. Good times.