Ain't Goin Down

We went to see Garth Brooks last night. 

I really wouldn't wanna go with anyone else, and it was the best time! 

I surprised K with tickets for his birthday, but we kept it a secret that his brother and sis in law were coming with us. 

They showed up at the door yesterday afternoon and it. was. awesome.

The four of us saw him together 4 years ago in Nashville, when Cham was just a little over 4 months old!

I should probably go ahead and tell you what happened. 
Because I'm sure there's a YouTube video of it out there, and I want to be the one to tell you.

Before the show, I went down a level to give a realquick hello to some beautiful friends of mine.
On the way back up, I heard the show starting, so I was trying to get back up top as quickly as possible. As efficiently as possible. Fast as I could. In a flash.

I couldn't find an up escalator. I just couldn't.
I didn't see stairs or an elevator.
There was only the down escalator.

How hard could it be?

I went for it. I ran up the escalator. The down one.
And I just kept running.
There was no progress once the initial burst of energy gave out.
The escalators at Phillips are twice as long as normal ones, in case you wanted to give this a try next time you're there. Don't.

I was running.
In place. 
With absolutely all of my might.

Then it happened. My legs gave out.
All the way. Noodles.

It never crossed my mind, not even once, that I could stop.
Ride down, find the up one. Miss the song.

Pride. Y'all, this. is what pride does to a woman.

So, I'm losing the battle.
And this sweet man sees me struggling.
He gets to the top of the escalator, reaches his hand out to me, and it glows like gold.
I gather the last of the fumes I'm (literally) running on and I reach for him, grab his hand and then. y'all. 
I fell. Sort of. 
I mean, he yanks me, hard, and I fall about three steps short of the top.
So he just dragged me the rest of the way.
How chivalrous. 

I've got escalator marks down my feet.
I think they are actually going to scar.
My knee is swollen.
My foot is blue.
Like the color.

But hey. I made it to the top.
And promptly had a panic attack.


Until Next Time,
The Guff