Sorry for failing to report, but I did make it out alive.
It was crazy ****ing hot. And, as a result, I drank a lot -- and I mean a LOT -- of beer.
The "seats" were much better than anticipated. We leaned against the stage most of the night. Mrs. tbf had a wonderful time and I had a good time fighting the crowds to bring her beer.
She took more than 400 photos. Seriously. 400 ****ing photos that she "whittled down" to more than 250. At least 80 of those were of their asses. One was a full-on Tim McGraw crotch shot that I think she was actually trying to take.
I was surrounded by at least four serious cougars, three of whom were pretty damn hot. By the end of the concert, however, they were liquored up and dry humping me like a dominant dog.
Let me tell you: Grace Poter is mother****ing smoking hot. She covered, "Tush," and I thought the place was coming unglued, starting with me.