Every time we stopped at a gas station, I would always empty out while the car was filling up. This time was no different.
Nikki, with the stackers fully kicked in, met me inside the ladies room at this station. When we walked out of the restroom, we
both spotted at the same time someone at the cashier’s counter with a jacket that looked quite familiar. The jacket said
Kenny Chesney on it. No, it wasn’t Kenny, but apparently someone that works for him. So, naturally we stopped to chat
with him. We told him that we were at the show tonight and that we were on our way to Mississippi for the next show, and we
told him our story about what time we left New York at and how we got to Montgomery just in time for the show. I even told
him about the great seats that we had, that were behind the stage, and that I had to suffer through the evening looking at Kennyâ
€™s butt and Tim’s butt, too. (poor me) . Only to find out later that man we were talking to, actually drives Kenny’s
bus. This could only happen to me.
So, it was only a three-hour trip to Mississippi from Montgomery. Somehow we managed to make three stops. Gee I wonder
how Kenny’s bus got to that gas station before us. We found out later that four of the trucks beat us to Biloxi also. I swear
no one passed me while I was driving. I think I kept my eyes opened. Next time maybe I should put some toothpicks in them,
just to make sure they stay open.
We finally made it there and got some sleep. Not much though, we still needed to get us some tickets to the sold out Biloxi
show. We called the venue box office at 10 am to see if they would be releasing any other tickets. They said that they just did,
but there were a few people already waiting to buy them that we should try ticketmaster or get down to the box office very
quickly. Well, we tried the ticketmaster thing first. When that didn’t work, after wasting almost a half-hour, we ran out of
the hotel room as is. Meaning, we left the room in our pajamas. Nikki still had her slippers on. I at least put on some socks and
sneakers, and I grabbed baseball caps for both of us.
When we got there, we pulled right up to the box office, or what we thought was the box office. Nikki kicked me out of the
car. She needed to park the car and wanted me to run in and get on line. As I was opening the door to jump out, she noticed
Tim Holt walking by the car. So, she yells, “whatever you do, don’t look at TIM HOLT� really loud. I’m sure he
heard, but I wouldn’t look. I failed us, because I couldn’t find the box office. I ran around that building looking like an
idiot in pajamas. All for some dang tickets for a show that I already had 15th row for, on the floor. Hey, they made me sell
them. Now here I am, 1200 miles away from home, hardly any sleep, running around this dang coliseum trying to find the box
office. The first direction I ran towards, after the last doors (which I assumed was locked) were the buses, and here I am in my
pj’s. I stopped abruptly and ran back in the other direction. I started to run to the other end, but Nikki saw the lost mouse
in the maze thing I had going, and picked me up and dropped me off at the other end. That was where they were having a gun
and ammo show, but I did find a nice guy to tell me exactly where the box office was. Well, would you believe it was the last set
of doors by the buses? Nikki drove me back there, and I ran to the doors, and to my surprise they weren’t locked. I know, I
am a loser. Anyhow, all that, just to be told, “sorry whatever tickets we released are sold already�. Not what I wanted to
hear at that moment. I told her my 1200-mile story. She was very understanding and did make mention to the fact that they
might be releasing more tickets after lunch.
When I got back outside and told Nikki, she wasn’t too happy either. There was something else that wasn’t making
Nikki too happy at this time either. That was the outside of her car. Apparently, I really didn’t do too good of a job with
that windshield washer cleaner. The car was a mess and everyone kept asking how we go the ice on the car. Yeah, it was about
60 degrees, but we still had ICE on the car. We needed to find a car wash. Nikki saw some guy walking by, so she asked him.
He gave us directions. We were able to find it very easily. Once we got there, we realized that the nice man followed to make
sure we found our way. We were making friends everywhere we went.
With a now clean car, we drove back to the venue. While we were pulling into the parking lot, Kenny was in a van going out.
It was almost 12 at that time. I don’t know where he was going, but maybe he was on his way to visit some radio stations.
That was the closest I got to him all weekend. I was quite excited, and Nikki wasn’t, go figure.
So, I went back inside the coliseum to the box office and this time Nikki came with me. Now remember, she still has her
slippers on, we are both in pajamas, and baseball caps. So, it’s her turn to ask about the tickets. So she did, but her story
sounded so much better than mine. She really knows how to tell it. It starts with her “well I’m from NY and I drove all
this way to see….� And as she’s saying the NY part, she bends over to show off her her sweats where it says N E W
Y O R K , in big red letters, right across her capital A * *. That just instantly seemed to bring a smile anyone’s face that she
was telling. They said the same thing, that they were hoping to have some more to sell after lunch. Nikki offered her money and
her cell phone so that she call my cell phone when they were ready to release tickets, but she declined. We then asked it was
okay to sit and wait. They said fine. So, we grabbed two chairs that they had on the side, pulled up to about 10 feet in front of
the window, not to be in anyone’s way, but to make sure everyone knew why we were there.
We weren’t being pushy, we were quite entertaining, and we did make lots of friends. We were there so early; there wasnâ
€™t any type of security in place yet. We could have gotten anywhere in that venue at that time without a problem. There
were all kinds of people walking around. Shortly after we took our seats, right there in front of the box office, this man came in
and started putting up a gate so that you couldn’t get past the front part of the coliseum. He was going to be working the
show that night. Nikki quickly make friends with him when she was telling her story to someone else. She does that I’m
from NY thing, as she shows you her butt. The man thought she was mooning someone. I told him no, that comes later after we
had been drinking. She was just trying to tell people she was from NY.
Eventually, it had to happen, Nikki needed a Marlboro moment. So, she left me alone in my chair in front of the box office.
While she was gone, some nice man saw me sitting there all quiet and very patient like, with my KC hat on, and asked if I was
waiting for them to release anymore tickets. Naturally I said yes and he said that he was going in there to take care of that right
now. Not even five minutes later, the lady we had been talking to and laughing with called me to the window. She was going
start processing the transaction for me while they found out exactly what tickets there would be. Nikki came back inside just as
I was getting our tickets. Whoo hoo.. we were in for another show. We got the same seats we had the night before. Tim’s
side, behind the stage. All I needed now was to get a message to Tim and Kenny that they should turn around to there left a bit
more during the show, and long enough so that I could get a picture.
Well, we found some stuff to do to occupy our time with until we needed to get ready for the show, like sleep.
Before the show, we wanted to get something good to eat. Nikki felt like fish, and I just wanted some chicken and alcohol. We
settled for a place called Landry’s. It wasn’t far from our hotel or the venue. They made good margaritas there. Before
this night, I had never had a plain margarita, only the strawberry kind. It was rather good. I like them both ways now.
Naturally, we made friends with our waiter. His name was Kevin. He was kind soul, and he didn’t seem to mind the fact
that we brought our clean road cone in and sat it on a chair at our table, in memory of Jen. We had to have our friend there
somehow. We told Kevin the whole story about the cone. He asked if we were going to the concert at the coliseum, which of
course we were. It was then that he told us that Kenny had eaten at this restaurant earlier in the day, and that he himself had
waited on Kenny. This is the really good part, that Kenny sat at the same table that we were sitting at and Nikki was sitting in
his chair. Nikki, the mouse hater, gets to sit in his chair. Some things are just not fair.
The show in Biloxi was just as good as the show in Montgomery. A few interesting things happened. When we were on line
for the ladies room, there was a girl who apparently hadn’t read my post about how to wear her thongs. Thongs are
considered underwear, and should be worn UNDERNEATH your outerclothes. Outerclothes are generally shirts, jeans, pants,
sweaters, etc. The thong isn’t meant to be worn over your jeans, pants, etc. I was so moved, I even took a picture this time,
but I was nice, I didn’t bother to tell her she had them on wrong. Maybe that’s why she was on line for the ladies room,
she finally realized that she had them on wrong and needed to make that adjustment in a private place. See, I can behave. That
is, I was behaving, until she just let some person slide in front of her on line. Everyone behind us made me say something.
Well, after we were done making friends at this location, we moved to the “alcohol line�. Something we both definitely
missed in Montgomery. While we were on line, I heard the intro that plays before the band takes the stage. I needed to get a pic
of Kenny when he walks off the elevator/platform/thing. He was so cute on Friday night with that. After he gets to the top, he
walks to the left, down some steps, he gets to the end and stops, leans on the railing there, sings a few lines, and waves. I
missed this shot on Friday. I needed to get it tonight. Well, that was the last time I saw Nikki. She deserted me with my drink.
She looked for me for about 20 minutes. I don’t know why she couldn’t find me. I said I was going to our seats, and
that’s exactly where I stayed for the whole show. Meanwhile Nikki worked her way onto the floor.