I know that sounds like a weird Blog Post title but you will understand soon enough...Around my senior year at Texas A&M my Aunt Sally told me she would take me to a Brad Paisley concert. She is his biggest fan because my Uncle (her husband) looks a wee bit like him. Mom and I think he should take a few pictures in a cowboy hat and give it to her for a birthday present. We have been unsuccessful at convincing him of this. Anyways I graduated from College three years ago and we had not gone to a Brad Paisley concert.
At the beginning of this year Aunt Sally said there was a concert in The Woodlands and we should go. So of course I was on board. We even convinced my Mom to come and make it a girls weekend. Well about a week out from the concert Mom and I realized we were going to an Outdoor concert. Mind you it is August in Texas...no one is hanging out outside...especially when we had a Heat Advisory for the area. But we were still determined to have fun.
So we are off to the concert. We get to the ticket counter and Aunt Sally says "Hi, I got tickets through the Fan Club we should have three tickets." The girl looks at her like "Yea Yea Lady I got your tickets." Then slience........................Aunt Sally is starting to sweat. Not just from the heat but knowing that there are two Crazy Ettinger ladies waiting next to her ready to strike at any moment. Then we hear "Ummmm excuse me, I paid for three tickets....from the fan club.....they need to be together....and they need to be GREAT seats." Panic strikes all the Pavillion workers because they see the crazed look in Ginge's eyes. I'm now trying to keep all other patrons out of our line as they might be hit by flying appendages when my Mom is told to calm down. Long story short - they find three tickets magically together and a row better then where we were previously seated.
At the beginning of this year Aunt Sally said there was a concert in The Woodlands and we should go. So of course I was on board. We even convinced my Mom to come and make it a girls weekend. Well about a week out from the concert Mom and I realized we were going to an Outdoor concert. Mind you it is August in Texas...no one is hanging out outside...especially when we had a Heat Advisory for the area. But we were still determined to have fun. So we are off to the concert. We get to the ticket counter and Aunt Sally says "Hi, I got tickets through the Fan Club we should have three tickets." The girl looks at her like "Yea Yea Lady I got your tickets." Then slience........................Aunt Sally is starting to sweat. Not just from the heat but knowing that there are two Crazy Ettinger ladies waiting next to her ready to strike at any moment. Then we hear "Ummmm excuse me, I paid for three tickets....from the fan club.....they need to be together....and they need to be GREAT seats." Panic strikes all the Pavillion workers because they see the crazed look in Ginge's eyes. I'm now trying to keep all other patrons out of our line as they might be hit by flying appendages when my Mom is told to calm down. Long story short - they find three tickets magically together and a row better then where we were previously seated.
Now to the gate. I easily get past the high security gate even though our tickets are blank tickets with the seat and concert information written on them. Kinda sketchy but hey we were going to roll with it. Until I hear "Hey lady this isn't even a real ticket!"
Oh Lord, Please don't let my mother strike this woman.
My mother shouts - "Well YOUR workers gave me this ticket!"
I interrupt - "I have the same type of ticket and I got through."
The gate lady begrudgingly lets Mom through. My mother then says under her breath "I'm a 58 year old woman dang it! I have better things to do then sneak into a Brad Paisely concert."
Ok time to cool the ole gal down. I see a beer stand. "Mom let's get you a cold beer!" She agrees - "Give me two beers and make them cold. I am NOT impressed with your establishment so far." The two guys look real concerned...they pop the tops and then say "That will be $22." My Mom has a five dollar bill out. Oh god. "How much did you say?"
"$22. They are $11 a piece." Mom pays the young men. Thank goodness this was my Mom and not my Dad because he would've been embarrassingly loud..."$11 a piece you've got to be crazy!"
Needless to say Mom has crossed Brad Paisley concert off her Bucket List and I don't think she will ever go back with us. But I had a great time. I've never been so close to the stage and Justin Moore, Darius Rucker (aka Hootie), and Brad all put on a great show. Thanks Aunt Sally!
