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A few weeks ago at work I got a mystery number call on my cell and picked it up. Most people ignore these, but most of you know, I'm way to curious for that. The voice on the other end asked me if I remembered entering for Tim McGraw tickets (no, not really) and informed me I had won 2 VIP passes and 2 tickets. Hello karma is that you?!?! All my best girl friends were out of town, so I took one of my guy best friends, Ringer (but if you ask my ex's mother, she'll tell you we're dating—we're not).

We had a ridiculous time! We witnessed–

Over 700 sundresses bought at Target, paired with cowgirl boots
At least 7 people who were being held up by friends
5 babies being made
1 mother, being held up by her daughter
1 little person
1 man who passed out on a blanket that wasn't his
and this one man who managed to piss himself before Tim ever performed.



It was by far the best people watching I've done in quite a long time. If you ever get the chance to see Tim live—do it. If not for his music, just to see his fans. They're a rowdy bunch and they do it up right when it comes to the tailgating. Especially these 2 crazy kids...




KL