A few months before coming home I heard Toby Keith was performing in Atlanta my second weekend back, so being a good big sister I got tickets for Julia and I. It would be our first little road trip together.
That Saturday morning after hearing my parent’s rules for the 42nd time, Julia and I headed out, as our parents nervously watched us drive away. You would think we were driving into the wilderness far away with all the preparation talks they gave me, not you know 4.5 hours north to Atlanta.
Now, I have never claimed to be a good driver. I have never gotten a speeding ticket and I’ve never been in an accident. But on the other hand I am a slow poke and I have no sense of directions, not even when the GPS is giving them to me.
Julia’s comment one hour into the trip> Sarah, you’re going 45 in a 60 zone! NO wonder I feel like we aren’t moving. Woops!
Julia’s comment two hours into the trip> Car passes by and Julia screams “yay, speeders!” I respond, pointing at same car “mother!” Clearly when it comes to driving, I’m not my mother’s daughter.
Julia’s comment three hours into the trip> Are those grandmas passing us again? What’s wrong with this picture?
Julia’s comment six hours into the trip> Are we still driving? It’s only suppose to be 4.5 hours away! (not in Sarah speed!)
Once we got to Atlanta, our GPS was outsmarted by road construction. We ended up lost in a really bad ghetto, and then lost on a totally different interstate. After being lost for another hour praying the car didn’t run out of gas, we finally made it out and back onto the interstate. Next mission, find a hotel that’s not a motel. Let’s just say that’s not easy task in southern Atlanta. We finally found a little Days Inn next to a police station. I figured it’s not the best looking place, but what are the chances of something bad happening next to a police station? So we took it.
After getting ready, we headed out a good two hours before the concert just to be sure we had time to be lost. Luckily, we saw some big pickup trucks all heading off the exit of the amphitheater and Julia said lets just follow these cars they look like country concert going people. SO we did, and sure enough we all got to the concert.
The concert was a blast. I never would have thought that tailgating was big at a country concert, but the entire town was probably there tailgating, so Julia and I went next to the gas station and got some quesadillas, opened up the truck in the Explorer and joined in the tailgating. Later we went to the amphitheater, and I think Julia may have been the only person under 18 that I saw at least. The opening act was Eric Church, And this is why you have to love country artists: during one of his songs about beer, he grabbed two cans of miller lite popped them open and double fistedly drank the two beers, well by drank I mean most of it ended up on his shirt with some maybe getting into his mouth. Later he was singing a song about the beach, and grabbed a big water gun to shoot the audience, except he didn’t realize he was holding the gun backwards and ended up shooting water at his guitarist and drummer. When the music stopped, he turned around and realized they were both sitting there drenched. Later, Toby Keith had a great performance. Best song of the night: the red cup song. Yes, it is kind of like a teletubbies beat, but about a red cup, accompanied by stage crew dancing around in large red cups.
The next day we headed back to Tally and made it in a Sarah record: 5 hours and 15 minutes!
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