kenny wayne shephard is a god

So last night, dad says to me, we're going to Rockin' on the River tomorrow if I buy you a ticket d'you wanna come so I said sure why not. And mom's going and so's her bf and it sounds fun and I've nothing better to do. So this guy Kenny Wayne Shephard is playing and I'd never heard of him but just by judging I'd say he is a country poof.
So today I go out and about with mom 'cuz dad's at work and mom's in town and we're going to the dollar store (where I got a delicious ice-cream treat) and Mom was on the phone with her bf and he left later then he was supposed to so he's going to be late and he's going to be late because he couldn't choose what to wear. Dude. DUDE. DUUUDE. YOU ARE A DUDE. IT DOESN'T MATTER WHAT YOU WEARR. I said to mom you are clearly dating a woman inside a man's body there is something wrong here. And then so dad was running late, too, so he said he'd just drop me off the concert at 4 and come around 5. There I was, at Rockin' on the River, all by myself. And well Rockin' on the River is like this music festival-type thing and the headline guy was Kenny Wayne Shephard who've I've never heard of but heard was country-blue-rockish and some other local guys.
Anyway. Me all alone sitting in a lawn chair in the hot sun wearing my 'The Sex Drugs' woot shirt and looking bored and sleepy. Which is, well, how I look all the time. Unsure of what to do with my hands (pockets? arm chairs? folded? WHAT DO I DO) and bothered by the current band on stage. I saw one of my teachers there. He stopped to talk to me and I think I mumbled and muttered and stuttered my way through a small conversation I couldn't recall right now. Dad or mom do not show up for another two hours, during which I: doze off and take a small nap before Lonnie, one of my mom's friends, snaps me out of to ask where my mom is. I mumble again and then ask him to watch my chair so I can go and get an ice-cream. He does. And then I eat my huckleberry ice-cream cone and soon get sick of it and sleepy again and then that teacher wanders by again to find me ALONE and I somehow get through another conversation with him. It is unnerving because he was the math teacher in the math class I never went to and such failed and also he is the awesomest teacher ever, the one with the TARDIS and who plays music in class. Alsohelivesreallyy close to my house. And across the street from where I work. (which is admittedly also close to where I live) and he is standing in front of me at a concert wearing a straw hat and a Hawaiian shirt chatting about his former students.
And then dad shows up and mom shows up and I wander around with mom and her boyfriend for a while and then when KWS goes on, I go sit by Dad because he did pay for my ticket and then I get bored and THEN I go up to RIGHT INFRONT of the stage and it is glorious, the music is so loud I can feel it in every fiber of my being and the drumming is my heartbeat, I can't tell the difference, and the riffs of the guitar shake me to my soul and it so loud and so amazing the energy is everywhere. As the concert goes on, all the songs blend together and I get closer and mroe surrounded by people and it is impossible NOT to move, not to tap my foot or bounce my leg or wave my hands in the hair in the universal ROCK ON sign and cheer and yell and I can't even hear my own thoughts forget about my voice and I'm surrounded by drunk and loud and sweaty people but I'm drunk and loud and sweat drunk not on beer or alcohol but on music, the intoxication of the guitar and the bass and the drums and the keyboard and oh god, the vocals, they mix and ferment in the air and it gets into your blood and your soul and yours fingertips it stops in your fingertips and shakes in everything you touch, the grass itself is charged with this electricity, everyone is charged with it and the men on stage, they are ruling this little world of ours right now and here and Gods they are.

Mhmm that was poetic.
I really couldn't hear out of left ear for quite a while after this. Dad said as we were leaving-shouting at each other, what? what?s intersperced our conversations- if you leave a concert with perfect hearing, it's not been a good one. Shit. I felt drunk and unbalanced and as we were leaving I was gushing about it without Sandy, who was truly wasted and we got into the back of the truck and as we left, Sandy started 'WOO!' ing at people and 'OWW KENNY WOOO!' at people and she's like, what no one else, so me and the other girls in the back all started going WOOO OWW KENNYY WOOOO. IT was fun. I LOVE LIVE MUSIC. Shiiit. I need to do more of this.

Today me and mom were out and about (lunch, coffee) and as were heading to get coffee, we stopped at a stop-sign and watched as two stray dogs wandered up to us and one of them, adorable little dog, came up to the window and put his paws on the door and tried to stick his head in. Mom's got a soft spot for dogs so she was aww poor puppies I bet they're hungry and I was like lol we should buy them a cheeseburger. So we circled around to McD's but by that time they were gone so we go and get coffee and then we see them again and mom's all Oh we have dog treats so we tracked those dogs down and gave them some dog treats. It was sweet.