Flashback Friday: Kenny Chesney

Lauren and I (and her sister, Kristen) did everything together growing up, beginning when I moved into the neighborhood when I was seven. We share a passion for music (often sang duets in church, performed at cafes and talent shows, etc.). We particularly love country music. So when Kenny Chesney came to town, we were THRILLED!

We went to buy our tickets, and ended up in the nosebleed section. I mean, NOSE-BLEED. We were a little bummed, but it didn't stop us from being overly excited.

Just before the concert began, GM was there signing people up for their credit cards. They made a big announcement, "Come apply for your GM credit card, and get the chance to see Kenny front row when he comes out!" I have always loved entering contests (still do!), so of course I jumped at the opportunity. I ran down there, filled out an application, and handed it to the guy. Our conversation went something like this:

Me: What can I do to get you to make sure this application is called for those tickets?

GM Guy: (laughing) Sorry ma'am. That's not my call. That's my boss's call who is back stage and will draw the winner.

Me: Okay, what can I do to make sure you hand this application to your boss to call out?

At this point, he pointed to the boxes of applications and showed me how many they had to draw from. There were 5 HUGE boxes filled to the top with applications. Unreal. Needless to say, I was discouraged and returned to my seat.

Kelly Coffey, the first singer, came and went, and they announced the GM deal again. So I went down:

Me: How's it going?

GM guy: Sorry ma'am, it's really not my call.

Me: That's fine. So do you still have my application handy to give to your boss?

GM guy laughed histerically, probably thinking, "Is this girl for real?!"

....ma'am, I'm sorry, but look how many applications there are. It's NOT MY CALL.

Me: Ugh. Thanks, anyways. I'll be back.

Next on stage: Montgomery Gentry. They came and went, and again, GM announced, "Last call to get your tickets!..." So I ran down.

Me: Hi! It's me again. How's my application? Where is it? With your boss?

GM guy: REALLY, ma'am (still laughing, but totally annoyed) I have NO control over what happens.

Discouraged, I head back to my seat, feeling my nose start to bleed. A few minutes pass, and they announce, "Will the following people please report to the GM tent. You have won front row tickets for Kenny! ....Kendal Brown...." WHAT?! ME?! YEAH!!!

I ran down there.

GM guy: You, again. We already called the winners.

Me: It's me! It's me!! I'm Kendal Brown!!

GM: Yeah right.

Me: FOR REALS.

GM: HUH?! We need to see your ID.

Of course my ID was in my car with all my other stuff. As luck would have it, they do not let you leave and re-enter. So my next task: Schmooze the door man.

Me: Hi. I need to go get my wallet from my car. Can you let me back in?

Door man: No, sorry. Once you leave you can't come back.

Me: ooooooh, Come on!! I just won tickets, and I am the biggest fan, and I NEED to get down there. PA-LEASE!!!!

Door man: Okay, you hurry back. RUN.

So I did. And I got us tickets. And we went down and were front CENTER row and had the TIME of our lives, including signatures on our cowboy hats. I'm assuming GM guy helped me out and played dumb. Obviously, right?! My family and Cliff laugh because they say I have this kind of luck all the time. I must admit that I have had great luck. I always enter things like this REALLY thinking I am going to win. And sometimes I do!

Above: Kenny Chesney up close.

Below: Lauren and me at the conert. I am sooo bumbed that I can not find the picture of us with Troy Gentry (singer).

Below: Our trip to Seattle for EFY. This was around the same time.