A groupie I may be

I don't even want to say this, because it will most definitely make me look like a groupie...and so what if I am. But, I'm going to say it anyway.

I am a paying member of the Brad Paisley Fan Club.

There. I said it. It's out in the open. Please don't judge.

I joined back several months ago when I heard that he was going to be in our capitol city. I knew that if I joined and paid the fee, I would not only get his newest CD, but I would get a chance to purchase tickets well in advance of others.

So, when the time came for me to order the tickets, I ordered 4...Husband, myself, my sis (J-Lee) and her husband (J-Man). The only catch (I found out) was that you wouldn't know where you sit until the day of the show. This worried me a bit, but I felt pretty confident we would have ok seats because the website said so.

The concert was this past Friday and I was very anxious all day long because I was still uncertain about where we would be sitting. If we in fact did have FANTABULOUS seats, I would be deemed the wonderful wife, fantastic sister and amazing sister-in-law by all respective parties who would be attending with me. If we didn't have good seats, I would be known as the one who got the sorry tickets.

Now you see the reason for my anxiety???

Well, rest assured that I am in fact a wonderful wife, fantastic sister and amazing sister-in-law. And here is proof. Yep, you are reading correctly. Floor. 3rd row. Almost on the stage. Score one for me.

And here is J-Lee (on the right) and I enjoying the show...see Brad directly behind us? That's because I am a wonderful wife, fantastic sister and amazing sister-in-law who got us great seats. I'm just saying...