Date night

To start off our night the guys surprised us with dinner at Tucano's. We went to one in Albuquerque when Rob's cousin got married but that was five years ago and I didn't remember it very well. Oh my goodness. So good. I stuffed myself. Stuffed. I haven't eaten that much meat in a long time.

After they rolled us out the door we headed to our much anticipated concert. Rob did an excellent job at getting our tickets. The venue was set up so basically there wasn't a bad seat in the house. The stage was a big square and we were smack dab in the center of it. Awesome. Only about five or six rows from the front point of the stage.

First up was Jessica Simpson. She is...something else. She has always bothered me for some reason. I've never been a fan so I wasn't super excited to see her. I thought maybe after seeing her I would feel differently about her. I don't. I could be really catty and pick her apart for you but I will be nice and just do it in my head as I type ;o)

Next was the main event. THE Rascal Flatts. I have been a huge fan since they first started. I even wanted to see them when they came to the fair but Rob didn't like them back then. The show starts and let me tell you they do not disappoint. These guys know how to entertain. I don't know how long the show was but it wasn't nearly long enough. I could've listened to them sing all night. But all to soon it was over and now the real fun starts. Getting out of the parking lot.

Richie drove. For those of you that know him that is all I need to say. For those that don't...let me explain. Smith boys have no patience when it come to driving so sitting in a parking lot without moving for 10 minutes was really getting on his nerves. Rob was throwing out all sorts of scenarios to egg him on. He had finally had enough and went on the wrong side of the road to get out of the parking lot. First off we got repeatedly honked at by some snotty girls driving their mama's Mercedes, which was fun. We laughed and Rich continued to inch his way in front of her. Then Steph pipes up, "don't go the wrong way" and that was all he needed. So we proceed to drive down the wrong side of the lane to get to the street which could have worked if A) there hadn't been a cop directing traffic and B)...well there is no b. It's hard to get out when he is making you wait and giving you dirty looks and everyone else is going. Including the car full of girls that has all their windows down and are laughing and yelling as they go by us. Oh no you didn't! Game on. We got out a couple cars after them and Richie's mission in life was to pass them again and cut them off. It was going to be tricky but he would find a way. He always does. They turn to get on the freeway and he has his chance. No one is coming so he speeds around her directly to the fast lane and we all roll our windows down and laugh at them as we speed by. So there you have it. Our night in a nutshell.