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Aren't we cute? Should'a seen us at 2am. Whew...after countess cans of beer, rain, crawfish, jam packed concerts and a night club! Yeah, we looked a little different. To spite the weather we had an amazing time. I got to meet the members of "Puddle of Mud" and they all signed my tank top! YAY. Well kinda yay, cuz now I can't wear it anymore. Not only was it my new tank but it is really cute, NOW it's memorabilia.

Being around 10,000+ people, it was the perfect opportunity to have a little "contest". There were six of us, so we decided to have "The Ugly Picture" contest. Rules are simple.. whoever can take a picture with the ugliest person WINS. The race was on. I have never laughed so hard in all my life. Christi was in charge of the pictures and after several hours and several beers she accidently dropped her camera and not only broke it, but we lost all the pics. :( Even without the photos, I indisputably won. I found two guys that had three teeth between them. It was priceless. These two were the epitome of "country". My brother came in a close 2nd with a chic that resembled a Volkswagen Beetle that had smashed into a wall.

We jammed to Staind from the 2nd row of a raised platform. As with any event in the South that involves alcohol and Rednecks, there was a huge fight. I stood in amazement at these fools fighting like Tyson and Holifield. Then I got pissed cuz my $5 can of beer got knocked outta my hand. COUNTRY BUNKINS! If your going to fight, do it in the middle of the street like I do! Not in the mist of a crowded platform where innocent people lose their alcoholic beverages. Fights over and the partying continues.

After the concerts we head to our favorite restaurant, Buffalo Wild Wings for some food and more beer. We meet up with a few more friends and all end up going to a night club downtown. We walk in the door and the first thing that I see is some dumb ass drunk bitch standing at the end of the bar, money in hand, trying to order a drink and vomiting in the floor. OK, I am way to old for this shit. Ben and I never go out to clubs and now I remember why. Seems like the fact that your vomiting on yourself in front of probally 1000 people, would be a clue that "YOU DON'T NEED ANYMORE ALCOHOL". I'm sure the guy that helped her to the trash can in the corner won't have a hard time getting want he wants later.

P.S. Rachel's new word is "actually". Helluva lot better than vagina!