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Watch Your Step!

Last Friday night a group of friends went to the Brad Paisley concert at the Usana Ampitheater. I used to love country music. I used to love Brad Paisley. Used to would be the operative phrase there. My friend asked me to go and though I don't love Brad Paisley or country music anymore, I do love my friend. So I went. Everything was good until it got dark and cold and darker and colder. Cold is not my friend. So, I decided to sit down and wrap up in a blanket to get warm.

It was mostly working and though I looked asleep - I was mostly comfortable. Then, out of the blue, some drunk guy totally stepped on me!!! And then he bent over to apologize and he fell on top of me! Totally awkward. Finally he got up and walked away. But he left me there in some serious pain! It was kind of ironic though - we had been watching him and making snide remarks about him before he was drunk...he was totally a player. Maybe that was his way to get back at us for our less than charitable comments.

Either way - I decided this was the perfect opportunity to make a break for my warm car and enjoy (if you can use that word) the rest of the concert in warmth and comfort. I realized just before putting my shoe on that the open waterbottle that had been resting in it was now obliterated by my new inebriated friend. I tipped it and a water gushed out. Nice.

Thankfully, after slosh-hobbling to my car, the heater dried out my shoe and my ankle was only a swollen beauty for a few days. I'll bring an air horn next time. Although, that could make things worse ... not sure what happens when you scare a drunk, but it sounds dangerous!

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Stacy Lynn Carroll said…
Why don't you like country music anymore? Oh Kriss, have you been away from Utah State for too long? It may be time for a visit to re-educate you. ;) Sorry about the drunk though! That's what I hate about Usana. There are stumbling drunks all over the place!
October 3, 2010 at 6:04 PM
Jessica said…
Slosh-hobbling. Must add to my vocabulary. ;)

And that's what you get for going to a country concert. Now you know. j/k...I love you and wouldn't wish a need to slosh-hobble on you anywhere...even at a country concert.
October 3, 2010 at 9:35 PM
Baby Sister said…
Just as hilarious/sad the second time around. :)
October 3, 2010 at 10:42 PM
Unknown said…
Wow. I wouldn't have wished that upon anyone.

Well I guess it's a good thing you couldn't come to the 30 Seconds to Mars Concert then. I forcibly reenacted the actions of ping-pong ball. It was awesome and terrifying.
October 8, 2010 at 10:32 AM
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