Not only did I not get to see Kenny Chesney in Key West when I was a mere hour away, I also didn't score any tickets to see him in Tampa at the beginning of June. I am part of the fan club that allows members to buy tickets before they go on sale to the general public. All I managed to pull up were nosebleed seats. Call me selfish, but I really can't justify spending the money to watch him as a little speck on the stage.
THEN, to add insult to injury, my cousin who drives a tractor trailer around the country, ran into Kenny's tour bus at a truck stop in New Mexico this morning. Knowing that I heart Kenny, he asked the driver if there was any way he could score an autograph for me. The driver told him Kenny would most definitely oblige, if he wasn't fast asleep on the bus. DAMMIT!
I'm totally being screwed with.
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