The Farm Chicks Show, twenty-fifteen.
My, oh, my.
I'll get back to sharing the incredible, fabulous, better-than-either-of-us-could-have-ever-imagined day before the Farm Chicks soon, but I really want to share some pictures from the actual event today.
We went to bed late (crazy late) the day before the event; Friday evening, after purchasing our Farm Chicks tickets out at the Fairground Friday afternoon, and woke up early 5:15 to be exact) so we could be ready and waiting in line by 6:30 for the 9:00 show opening. (The crowds number in the tens of thousands, don'tcha know.) We were very near the front of the line to waiting to get in the show (we were only about 50 or so people back!) and we got to park in the second row. (That in itself is huge because that means when we needed to schlep out our first big load, we didn't have to far to schlep!)
We entered the show, eyes darting to and fro, checking out any and all possible gotta-have purchases and we worked our way back. (I was doing double-duty, as the designated photographer, catching all ideas that inspired us, and things I wanted to share with you.)
Have you ever been to an event/party/whatever that was so fun for such a long period of time that you feared you might expire from the sheer length of time you remained in a gobsmacked state?
Such was Farm Chicks.
(I was slightly concerned we might need a defibrillator for one or both of us at any given moment as day one unfolded.)
(I must say here, that it was doubly fun, as the Other Tracey and I think so alike that we often finish each others sentences, and so we would both squeal in unison when we saw something extraordinary.)
The clever displays.
The think-outside-the-box signage.
Oh, my. (again.)
The coolest of cool merchandise.
To use the Other Tracey's current favorite quote... "It was just TOO MUCH!!!"
By 4:30 or so, we had made it through the entire event, and we had the car a bit more than half full. We were blissfully exhausted, and so we headed back to the hotel to rest our-by-this-time very weary feet.
After a short rest, we headed to dinner at the Davenport Hotel, and then back the room for more girl-talk and laughs-till-we-nearly-cried, and then finally drifted off to sleep some time around midnight.
There is no substitute for time spent with a good friend.
(More Farm Chicks pictures to come!)
