A few weekends ago, The Husband and I went to an outdoor country music festival known as “Country Thunder” located in the nearby town of Florence, AZ. The headliners for the night were Willie Nelson and Kid Rock. We did the usual giant-outdoor-music-festival activities, which included:
- Browsing the sales booths with the trashy t-shirts
- Spending 20 minutes trying to guess how many food/drinks you will eat/drink so you don’t have leftover food and beverage “tickets” and yet you don’t have to stand in line again
- Spending an insane amount of money on “tickets” for food and beverages
- Playing the beanbag toss and winning a free radio station t-shirt (if you’re me)
- Playing the beanbag toss and not winning (if you’re the husband)
- Getting your picture taken by one of the program sponsors
- Stuffing your face with food and drinks so that you don’t waste any of those no-cash-value tickets
- People-watching
- Oh, yeah, and maybe also listening to some country music artists singing
At the end of the night, as we were leaving the Kid Rock concert, we left the gate behind a sweet older lady who looked like she should be baking cookies or knitting, not attending a Kid Rock concert until 11pm on a Saturday.
“Hey, look at that kick-ass grandma in front of us!” one of my friends said. “That’s so cool she went to Kid Rock. I’ve got to get my picture with her!”
“Excuse me,” we said, “would you mind taking a picture with us?”
“Oh hello,” she said, smiling, “I’m the Mayor of Florence!”
So it turns out we got our photo taken with the Mayor.
