I shoulda left after the first opener (rocky mountain low is a great song), he was by far the best of the lineup anyway. And I guess I should have given her more credit for trying. Which she did at first. But I can't keep it up at $13 per hard seltzer crap to keep her semi shit faced enough to be "upbeat" after her fashion. But then, of course, downhill, it became all about how much she hates everything. On the the 10th 'this isn't really country music', I turned around and started walking after my fashion and just made her trot after me because while she's 10 years younger or whatever she is, like everyone else I know, basically dying or whatever. Can't walk up a parking ramp without getting out of breath and I'm the asshole for not having a problem walking for fuck's sake (ok, stomping) after I heard the first little bit of the song I was waiting for by Jordan Davis just out of principal or spite or I would have stomped off sooner. We certainly never got close to the headliner. But I don't really care about that dude anyway. So I guess by today's standards - this year's standards, the standards that have been set by the entire last year - tonight was great (because my hair was great ft nobody died they were just their usual shitty).
The night absolutly fucking sucked and especially the diatribe about 'I gave my life to caregiving and blah blah blah and something something her shitty ex' and then the inevitable monolog where she's spent her life trying to be Good and has so little to show for it wah wah and till my head popped off, and I completely lost it at her sitting in my living room.
It is statistically impossible for all of you, everyone I know, to be the most caring person on earth. I mean, one of you has to win the race. It can't be all of you. And I don't feel cared for at all. So actually, I think youre self absorbed and addicted to self pity. At least that's what I said to her. It was probably a little harsh. But it got through for a minute like a slap 👏
aint the - jordan davis the night could have been fine, I like dancing to this, the crowd had kids in it, I wanted (still want, wont get) wings - it was just a summer night. It makes me feel hopeless anymore to set expectations below "ok" and call it good
90 lbs going to bed a hungry idiot
siiigh, she did try. I'm not going to put her or anyone through any more
