Umm ya, Travis Tritt

So a couple of weeks ago, me and the bestie went to Ribfest in Council Bluffs. The first night my sister joined us and we saw Uncle Kracker. Good show, had a great time, drank too much. The next night was my all-time favorite (all because of you Ricky dear) Travis Tritt. His daughter opened for him and let me just say that I was very impressed with her voice and performance. She was pretty awesome and you could tell she was having a great time. I like it when performers are actually having a good time performing. Some seem to take themselves way too seriously. Anyway, on to the main event. My dude comes out for his set and about the 3rd song in was "Anymore ". That one makes me cry in the car, made me cry live for sure from the very front of the stage. I stayed close for awhile then went back to the seats to join the bestie. Well she proceeds to go to the bar to get us a refill and I continue chatting with the loner guy next to us that came by himself because his sister gave him tickets at the last minute. He was from Chicago and seemed pretty nice. Bestie was doing her best to play matchmaker all night. She's funny like that. Anyway, I continue to enjoy the show and realize that she has been gone way too long and so I go to look for her. I don't have to go to far and I find her, Kiki Reese (Travis Tritt's wife) and his daughter all standing there crying. I'm like what in the f is going on. I said she told you my story didn't she and they hugged me and now we are all crying. We chatted for a while and they were truly so nice and down to earth. It was pretty amazing. Back to our seats we go to finish watching the awesome show. Did I mention that I love him? Head to the bathroom after the show. Bestie strikes again. Now she is sending me under the rope to the performer area with some other adventurous woman to see if we can possibly meet Mr. Tritt. Who do I run into but his wife and daughter again. She explains that she is not allowed to be in charge of who gets to meet him because she is too soft. She cracks me up. We shared a couple more tears and another hug and now she is my friend on Facebook. I sent her a couple of pictures of me and the big guy.