Yeehaw, Fan Fair!
If you were to ask me what my idea of hell is, I would mention many things: citrus toothpaste. Windchimes and windsocks. Patent leather. Blisters. Cats.
But oddly enough, the two biggest components that make up my idea of hell probably aren’t too far off: huge crowds, and hot hot heat.
I experienced both this past weekend.
The CMA Music Festival, otherwise known as Fan Fair, hit the city of Nashville last Thursday, and plowed straight through until Sunday night. Four days of non-stop concerts, autograph lines, photo-ops, $7 Bud Lights, and me. With a 4-day pass. I somehow lived to tell the tale.
Put me in a stadium with 50,000 people, sweat beading on my forehead, and Bucky Covington taking the stage, and invariably, I’m going to be looking for something to distract me. I took to wandering, and created a little masterpiece to share with you the joys of Fan Fair.
Don’t you feel like you were there? There were banana clips and bandanas, fanny packs and farmer tans. I two-stepped with cowboys, and made friends with Australians, and sweat (sweated? swat? swote?) at least 5 pounds off in my quest to find water. It truly could have been a miserable experience if I didn’t have such wonderful company along the way.
By the end, I was done. No more Fan Fair. Give me AC. Give me water. Give me a shower. And give me a long, long time to sleep.