Tim McGraw!!

Have I mentioned my job doesn’t suck? Seriously? Have I?

Fucking TIM MCGRAW!

I don’t know about you, but I love me some Tim. From having a BBQ stain on my white tees shirt, to being an Indian outlaw or a Southern girl to having your last dollar or not letting anybody, EVER take the girl. I love, love,  love me some Tim McGraw.

Naturally, when I got the email that I was working the show, I reacted like somebody emailed me that I won tickets.

Nay, better!

I get to WATCH the show AND I get paid. What the HELL could be better?

Nothing. Nothing at aaaalllll.

Last night was incredible. I’m sick, sick as a dog I say and near my death bed, but I pried myself away to pour – over pour – Jack for the lovely concert goers and listen to Tim’s greatest hits, um, LIVE.

I got a great location, we weren’t swamped, which translated to less than stellar sales, but we had some regulars and great tippers so it went well. I usually work alone, don’t need no Robin, BUT my boss thought I was going to need the help and gave me a side kick. Which wasn’t bad, because I wasn’t lonely and I had someone to sing with, but had she not been there, I’d have stacked two car payments for my new baby.

It all evened out though, because I had time to walk away for a few songs here and there and actually enjoy the HELL out of this show.

He sounds, amazing. Just like on the radio. He played everything you’d want him to play, the crowd loved it, I loved it… I can’t complain!

I only managed to get two photos, one from either side of the back of the stage, but what can ya do? It’s a mile around that concourse, I didn’t have time or energy to hustle my booty around for a better view. Plus any fan of cowboys will agree, the shows better from the back side.

Enjoy my pics of tiny Tim. Some of the other Instagrammers got some GOLD. Go look…

I wish I had gotten a pic with the guys in the white tee shirts that had, “BBQ stain” written on them. It’s not often people get creative for country, much less, boys, but it was great.

Until next time…