So I realized that I was missing the diary aspect of
xanga.  It was always nice to go back and
read old entries and reminisce.  Thus I
think I’ll start up again, but more for me this time.

This past weekend I took a trip up to Norfolk with Tara, Drew, Elizabeth, and Isaac
(nick came for Friday night). Isaac lives up there so we stayed at his house.  The reason for our trip was the Madison County fair.  Oh yeah! 
Actually it was pretty good.  We
got to see Dierks Bently and Blake Shelton in concert.  Dierks holds a special place in my heart as
he was the first country artist I could actually stand way back during nights
of falling asleep to CMT.  Blake Shelton
played on Sunday night, and due to the heavy rain that finished up just before
the concert, the rodeo arena in which the concert took place was a huge mud pit
with mud wrestling galore.  Definitely
the ideal country concert.

Oh yeah, I forgot to mention waiting out said storm in one
of the beer garden tents.  Nothing beats
watching a thunderstorm with a bunch of drunks. 
In situations like that, various hero’s arise.  Beer runners, who risk their life in the 50
foot sprint through the pouring rain from our tent to the tent that sells the
beer, and then, there are the individuals that run about, pushing the tent
ceiling up to drain out excess water. 
One particular man was particularly tough.  Clad in a garbage bag with arm holes torn
out, the burly individual went about smoking a cigarette and carrying a Mike’s
Hard performing said feat.  If not for
his valiant efforts, the tent that sheltered us could have surely collapsed.