Less Wordy Wednesday: Girls Weekend Away!

This past weekend my dear Popsicle sent Mama Bird and I away for a weekend trip.

We loaded up our beach cruisers and headed for grand ol' Indio. 

Yep, the middle of the desert with literally nothing there. But this weekend was special...

Why? 

We had a date with Darius Rucker, Carrie Underwood, Easton Corbin, 

Josh Turner, Rascal Flats, Steel Magnolia, Kenny Chesney, Joanna Smith... 

and the list goes on. 

(Yep country fans eat your heart out!) 

(classy bathrooms, just to set the mood for the weekend)

Shock Top + Cranberry Vodka = class.

(never did I think I'd double fist, but I did, with my mom)

Assless chaps. No more words needed.

Our rides into the concert with the bike parking lot.

Mullet. Boom, business in the front, party in the back.

Country 105 spoils. 

World's best kettle corn.

Young boy with cock hat on = inappropriate photo shoot.

Gotta love me some Carharts.

GTL gone country.

Spiced rum watermelon = danger.

Nappy time.

(Isn't my mom so sneaky?)

Absolutely inappropriate (for 2000 reasons) white pants.

Shirtless cowboys galore.

(I'm not promising they should all have their shirts off)

Festive pink heart nipples.

Carrie on stage in the background. 

Atomic Buffalo Terds (Jalapeno poppers gone country), fried pickles, 

and Shock Top = our diet for the whole weekend.

Kissing random drunk cowboy with random woman = totally appropriate.

Oh Stagecoach, you literally made our weekend and

 we are counting down the days until next year's bash. 

Please don't disappoint.