The sign above the sinks in the women’s restroom kind of summed it up: “Please don’t wash off your stamp. If you do, you will be ejected.” I glanced at the silhouette of a horse stamped in black ink on the back of my right hand. I had been sweating so much, it was just a runny smudge. So I tried to wash just the front of my hand. That’s difficult.
As soon as my friends and I pulled up, we realized we had not truly thought through what the evening would likely hold. Huge parking lot filled with all manner of vehicles – at least 50 percent being pick-up trucks. Two long lines to get in, even though we’d purchased tickets in advance. And inside, a crowd so thick it was difficult to move in a huge room where the temperature surely was in the high 90s.
Our reserved table? Forget it. It had long since been claimed by a crowd who sent the non-verbal message that they were not to be trifled with. We opted to stand and dispatched some of the men to the bar. Normally a wine drinker, something just told me this would be the evening for a Miller Lite instead.
The show was way late getting started. About an hour after the opening act was supposed to take the stage, someone introduced a past “Miss Playboy Cyber” to do “the most important thing of all,” namely sing the National Anthem. Unfortunately, after the first four lines, she forgot the words. Sigh.
When Travis Tritt finally took the stage after 11 p.m., it was just him and his guitar. He was handsome and charming, bantering with the audience and singing all his hits. “I feel like I’m in my living room,” he said. And I thought, “Lord, doesn’t his living room have air conditioning?”
We loved hearing “Where Corn Don’t Grow,” “I’m a Member of a Country Club,” “Country Ain’t Country No More,” and “(I Don’t Love You) Anymore,” as well as many others.
It was difficult to actually see Tritt because I’m short and everyone was crowded in front of the stage. But the sound was good. And, I gotta say, the other sights were interesting, as well:
- I had wondered why some tables had stacks of styrofoam plates on them. Turns out, folks used them to fan themselves.
- A lot of people bought pitchers of beer, which was not surprising. Until I realized they were actually drinking the beer out of the pitcher itself. A pitcher for each person at the table.
- Beer bottles were rolling around the dance floor among the dancers, which I thought could be a little dangerous. But they just kicked them out of the way.
- I swear there was an actual covered wagon (among other things) hanging from the ceiling.
I was exchanging quips with my Twitter and Facebook friends all night, which, along with the people-watching, made the long wait for the show to start bearable, although some of the comments gave me pause.
“You can take a girl out of the city, but you can’t take the city out of a girl,” smirked Debbie Moon Shepherd on Facebook.
“Run away. Run awayyyy!” Ian Roach put on Twitter.
“Hope you are drinking your beer in a bottle – you’ll possibly need to use the bottle as a weapon before you leave,” chuckled Facebook friend Kyle Touchstone.
Bonny Millard simply posted “Yikes!” when I mentioned on Facebook where I was.
In the end, we didn’t have to fight our way out. Everyone actually turned out to be pretty friendly. Looking back, it was one of the more interesting Thursday nights I’ve had lately. I’m glad to be a member of Travis’ country club.