Saturday, November 5, 2011

99 Bottles of Beer On the Wall

ROAD TRIP!!! Well, kinda. Aubrey and I headed down to Thackerville last night for the Celtic Thunder (CT) concert, which was precious. It's really embarrassing when the only people who share an interest in the things you enjoy are all over the age of 60. It's fine. No shame, right? The first act was pretty traditional; but our jaws were dropping when it only lasted 45 minutes. We got kind of worried, thinking that we were being ripped off and only getting an hour and a half WITH an intermission.

No, no, no. The party really got started in the second half. CT usually sings some American songs in their concerts when they tour the U.S. and ended up choosing some pretty, uh, "regional" songs. After they finished "Friends in Low Places," we were starting to wonder about the reputation of our fair state! And these kids are from Ireland. How in the WORLD do they know about Friends in Low Places???

The rest of the evening was lovely. They sang some funny "pub" songs and some of the music from previous CDs. My favorite of the entire evening is when they completely surprised me by singing "Galway Girl," which if you didn't know, is one of my FAVORITE songs (if not my most favorite) ever created. Honestly. In case you've never heard that song, which would be criminal by the way, click on the button and you can hear Steve Earle, the original artist, singing it.


So after the concert, we huddled over by the curtains in hopes that the oh-so-popular CT would make a fan appearance to the 50 people that had stayed to wait for them to come out. They didn't. It didn't matter how many times I winked at the fat bouncer, he wasn't budging. I asked him if there was a back door, wink wink. He laughed and said, "Ma'am, there isn't any back door." Lies. So what did Aubrey and I do? We circled the casino for about 20 minutes looking for the charter bus or even the semis full of stage equipment. When we finally found them hidden behind a security hut, we disgustedly headed to our hotel. I think it's safe to say that I'll be writing a strongly-worded fan letter to Keith Harkin, professing my love and disappoint at not getting to meet him. I might slip in that I plan to visit Ireland over Spring Break -- "maybe I'll see you there??"

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