The Time of My Life

Well first of all, I’m finally done working. I shouldn’t be so glad, though. I loved all the people that I worked with at both places. Time really flies by so fast. It seems like I was just thinking how long it would be until I went back to school and now I’m down to three days. THREE DAYS. How does that even happen? I saw this thing on my phone that said “We should give time a speeding ticket”. Funny, but oh so true. So I still need to pack…like just about everything. I was slightly distracted by something else that I had to pack for…

Oh my. My, oh my. Are there actually words to describe the memories and the atmosphere of this past weekend? I don’t think that there are. First and foremost, if you aren’t a country music fan, it may be hard to understand the experience of a weekend like I had. I was waiting so long for this weekend and then it came and went so quickly. Although now, I feel like I had been there a week rather than just three days. But it was probably the best three days of my life. I met so many new people, probably hurt my liver a bit, and listened to some awesome music by some wonderful artists. I have never seen more American flags, Confederate flags, cowboy boots, cowboy hats, camo, beer, or rednecks in one place. It was crazy. At one point, there was a guy carrying an American flag with about 100 or more of us following singing “Chicken Fried” as the security guards tried to break us up. I saw more boobs than I ever need to see again. I chanted “USA USA USA” more times in a row than I ever have. I sat on the shoulders of random people that were nice enough to let me do so, so that I could sing out my favorite songs at the top of my lungs. I did a few things that I don’t recall actually doing. Apparently I “just wanted some food” (and that is an inside joke that will remain an inside joke). I almost touched Blake Shelton’s hand, although I did reach his boot, his very sexy, very country boot. Miranda Lambert pointed directly at me while her and her hubby Blake sang together and then they kissed on stage. What a perfect couple. I slept outside, a lot. I walked around in my bikini literally all weekend, as did everyone else that was there since it was a hundred degrees. I found out how sexy Brantley Gilbert (and his drummer, too) is. I danced, and danced, and danced. And then danced some more. I danced on top of a car. I danced on top of a camper. I danced with a Canadian. I danced with my best friends. I danced with one of my favorite people in the entire world. I ate way too many hot dogs (I don’t want to look at another one for a very long time). All in all, I had the time of my life.

         

It really was a wonderful way to end my summer. One I will never forget. And that is only the first annual Watershed Country Music Festival. Who knows what next year’s will bring…

So now I am planning everything that I need for my departure back to Pullman. I cannot believe summer is over already. Well, it’s not quite, but my summer in Spokane is. Although it wasn’t the most exciting summer I have ever had because I was working a lot, I met so many new people and made new friends and had experiences and made memories to last a lifetime. I loved it. And now I am ready to go back to school. I get to move in with my best friend. Life will be good. Busy, but good. I also just found out that this Labor Day may be the last of my family’s annual pig roast that we have had every year for the past I don’t even know how many years. So I am very sad about that. Hopefully I can even go and make it one to remember. The years will not be the same without that part of the summer but I’ll just have to find a new tradition to celebrate it with.

And now I must return to my packing (that I have barely started). Here we go.

Oh, and I have I mentioned how much I love country music? Or how sexy Blake Shelton, Brantley Gilbert, Brantley’s drummer, and Thomas Rhett are? Well they are.