It's official--all concerts are over, millions of calories have been consumed [mostly resulting from millions of mozzarella sticks], I have all sorts of new Carnie friends [gosh I'm gonna miss them], I look like a haggard ball of Lord knows what, and I have washed my feet more times than I've brushed my teeth. Whoever said county fairs aren't life or death situations is lying. I am convinced I am dying. Also, whoever said you can't drink at county fairs is lying. There is magic [read silliness] in bringing in your own water bottles. Mark that one down and keep it in your memory bank all you 21+ readers. The good news is I overcame my fear of Ferris wheels and it only cost me $10 to do so. Since when is a Ferris wheel ride $10? Fricken inflation.
In other non-fair news, we close on our new house next week [!!!!!] The stomach ulcerating part of this is that we are remodeling it from top to bottom so all of that starts in a few days. I'm pretty confident I booked two vacations which will be taking place in the midst of all of that because WHO WANTS TO DO WORK? In all seriousness though, I can't wait to watch this house transform and you best believe I will be sharing every ounce of that on here and on Instagram [#SchradersOnTheMove, because every home remodel deserves its own hash tag]. The goal is to actually keep this house after the work is all done unlike that teeny little lake cottage we thought was a good idea last year.
Regardless, I apologize for tardiness around this joint, it's just all of the above paragraphs fault.
To conclude today's post, I figured I would end with a thousand and ten pictures of the last few days. I was going to go for a thousand and eleven but figured that may be too much. Here we go.
Our good friends, Parmalee. The same good friends who forgot to call us up on stage. Jerks.
My favorite concert of the past few days, my homeboy Thomas Rhett.
Because friends who dress alike stay together
Everybody try and grab Tyler Farr's hand...he wants to grab yours
Pre-conquering my Ferris Wheel fear
Post conquering my Ferris Wheel fear. Captain, he can make it happen
Justin Moore--the redneck of all rednecks
Remember them? I barely did either.
No explanation necessary
sexy band alert--Los Colognes
my concert partner in crime -- also known as miss chic
And that concludes the busiest week of my life, until next year fair...