Some weeks, you do nothing exciting. Other weeks, you struggle to work after two late nights of country music and beers. This week has been a sleep deprived struggle bus, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Sunday night started off with one of my favorite bands with one of my favorite people. Bitch Faced Bestie and I hit up the John Evans Band and Turnpike Troubadours. We discovered our new personal style icons, and a new catch phrase, “Swagger is what swagger does!”
This was the second time I’ve seen them in concert, and I would go again tomorrow if they came to town. Nothing is better than boots, beers, and sweating the the pit of a concert jamming to songs that speak to you. I know that it sounds gross, but sometimes a good drunk concert is all I need to get me feeling like myself again.
You’re getting a double dose of Turnpike:
A—I couldn’t pick just one
B–They are my jam
Would you just look at them?!?! Perfect!
Most of my week continued on fairly uneventfully. Thursday night Pimp Money, his wife, and I headed out to the fair for some cheap country music, drinks, and fried food! Usually I would get my yearly corndog fix at the rally, but the 76th Stugis Rally is wrapping up without me today while I sit on the patio and brunch with Scout.
The night as full of man crushes, cardigans in unexpected places, and younger 20 somethings getting their butts chewed for not behaving.
The night had three different bands playing, Gunnar and the Grizzly Boys was the opener, Chris Janson was the headliner, and LoCash played the middle set. Everything was going along just fine, until LoCash hit the stage in what we could only assume was a women’s cardigan! First off, it was hot…..so why he thought he wanted a cardigan anyway was somewhat confusing for us. This confusion was quickly followed up by the fact that it had a belt on it. Now I’m not much of a fashion expert, and maybe I’m just not up to date on my trends, but around here most dudes aren’t running around in beatable, handkerchief hemline cardigans!
Chris Janson had never really been on my radar as an artist. He has a couple popular songs on the radio, but beyond that I had never paid much attention. I have to say I’m a pretty big fan after he stopped his show because some random drunk girl thought it would be fun to throw full Mike’s lemonades into a crowd that had a bunch of kids in it. In fact, there was a family with two little guys in boots and pearl snaps who were clearly having their best night ever rocking out to country and it would have sucked a bunch if they had been hit with some sorry excuse of an adult drink!
Have you ever seen a 135lb white redneck play the harmonica?! It’s pretty epic stuff, I wouldn’t lie to you about these things.
I had originally thought my Saturday was going to be spent finishing up sprinkler checks for the HOA. However, one of the guys was sick and wanted to postpone the check, he just didn’t bother to tell me that information. So, instead of working on getting the bedroom finished, I went to the farmer’s market and restocked my winter supply of dilly beans!
I now have 12 more jars of spicy beans to get me through the winter. Last summer I wrote a more in-depth post about my canning adventures, you can read it here. This year went a bit easier and smoother since I knew what I was doing. I did forget to add dill to the fist batch of 4 jars because I got way too excited. However, I just opened them, added dill, and reprocessed. They look fine and sealed but up so I think my pickling Hail Mary pass turned out just fine.
After the jars were all stuffed and the kitchen cleaned up, I got to relax with a traditional snack, a nap, and movie. The snack was kohlrabi with Hidden Valley ranch dip, and the movie was Lonesome Dove parts 1 and 2. Nothing like connecting with my Peterson farm roots while listening to the satisfying sound of canning lids pop and seal as they cool. Second year in a row, and all my jars sealed up perfectly for winter storage!