Summer 2005. I see the video for Charlie Robisonís "El Cerrito Place" on CMT (itís a weakness) and think a) great style, b) he seems cool, and c) isnít he married to a Dixie Chick? I check out his website, read some reviews, sample the CDís, and discover that yes, he is married to a Dixie Chick. Aching for some live entertainment, I buy tickets for an upcoming show. Mainly because they were only like 7 bucks.
June 10, 2005. My boyfriend Chris and I travel the 100 miles from Tulsa to Oklahoma City to see Charlie at the Wormy Dog Saloon. About two songs in, my suspicions are confirmed: he is one cool motherfucker. And the band - theyíre great too. I purchase and proceed to gorge myself on Good Times and Life of the Party.
October 8, 2005. I make the difficult decision to attend a friendís wedding instead of the Charlie show at the Tulsa State Fair. Bad call. Lesson learned.
December 2, 2005. After a brief dinner at Taco Bell (this will be important later), Chris and I make trip # 2 to Oklahoma City and the Wormy Dog to see Charlie and the boys. My excitement is unbearable because this time, I can drunkenly sing along with all of the songs. 10:00 show time, a whiskey, and lots of stomach rumbling pass. Still no sign of Charlie, the band, or an opening act. Chris heads to the bathroom while I secure a spot down front. To put it mildly, the bathroom trip did not go well. Turns out the Wormy Dog isn't too big on maintaining restrooms with stalls or toilet paper or floor drains to alleviate the 2" cess pool of piss (who knew?!). That, and Taco Bell's a bitch. Goodbye unbearable excitement. You've been replaced by my old friend disappointment. Twenty minutes later, Chris is puking onto the shoulder of I-44. I am listening to Charlie from the comfort of my car stereo. And cursing Taco Bell.
June 10, 2005. My boyfriend Chris and I travel the 100 miles from Tulsa to Oklahoma City to see Charlie at the Wormy Dog Saloon.
Instead of going to that hell hole that is OKC (no offense to those people there, but compared to Tulsa it is a hell hole and Tulsa's new arena will kick major ass over OKC's.
But I digress, Charlie seems to play Fayetteville, AR, all the freakin time. Must be alot of drunk Razorbacks that come out to see him play there. Or he's trying to make good with the big wigs at Walmart.
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