I am so there

Cowboys Dance Hall -- Arlington, Texas
Dwight Yoakam
Saturday, October 8, 2005
TICKETS ONLY $12!!!
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Turns out they don't ask if you're a country music poseur, they just take your $12.oo and don't worry about how many Judas Priest concerts you've been to.

I'll let y'all know if I get arrested for Attempting to Touch the Boots of Dwight Yoakam or anything (although I'm in the cheap seats so that's not likely).

Comments

Azathoth100 said…
While I have enjoyed a song or two of his I have never understood what the female attraction is to Dwight. Always thought he was kind of dorky looking myself. Oh well.
7:08 AM
Amandarama said…
"I'll let y'all know if I get arrested for Attempting to Touch the Boots of Dwight Yoakam or anything"

Do be sure to let us know how that went :)
3:02 PM
Meadow said…
That's what VIP entrances are for. Oh, come on, where's your schoolgirl spirit? ;)
7:28 PM
Latigo Flint said…
"They say this drinkin' will kill me. I don't know, lord it might be true. But if I stop I'll just die from your leavin'. So either way that I go is 'cause of you."

(I hope you had the best time Ari.)
12:01 AM
Lance Manion said…
Why settle for the boots? I mean, if you're going to get arrested for rushing the stage, you might as well grab something worth grabbing.

Such was the logic leading to the Shania Twain restraining order...
3:10 PM
Jessica said…
I'm going to have to argee with Lance.

Get the guitar if you can!
3:33 AM
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