For those of you who don't know the CMA Music Fest is an outdoor music festival where all the country singers come out and there are concerts, meet and greets, and autographs. The city of Nashivlle, TN is overrun by a bunch of crazed country music fans.
A bunch of sweaty country music fans. But I digress.
This year my best friend and I went. I've actually been here since Monday, but the festival officially started yesterday.
I was so excited. Gary Allan was the first one I was going to see. I looooooooooove Gary Allan. So, of course, do several hundred other people.
|Mmmmm....nothing like the smell of sweat and beer at 10 in the morning|
|This is a game I like to play called "Find Gary". He's in the bottom left corner.|
|Better...you can see him but he's not in the middle|
|Ignore the man's shoulder and - BOOM! Pretty good pic!|
I can't do this.
I knew something was wrong then. I took off to find water or Gatorade. Anything, really. As I walked away from the river and old, familiar feeling creeped back. I was going to pass out. In the middle of a crowd.
Immediately my mind began to concentrate on what I knew: Gatorade, shade, food. Preferably in the order, but any order would do. So I kept walking as my vision faded. And, by faded, mean was practically gone. It would flicker in like cable during a bad storm. I had to use various things to guide me and keep me upright. Which was tricky because I was going down. As I was walking I kept saying to myself, "You can do this. You are not passing out here. Amy will kill you. You can't afford to go to the hospital. You can do this. Just get some sugar and liquid in you."
I found a shady corner that I could duck down in. So I did. While the people around me started talking. "There's going to be a lot of people suffering from heat stroke today." "Yeah. Look at this one. I don't think she's going to make it." "Yeah, she doesn't look so good."
Yes. There was a group of adults looking at a young woman who was not doing well and all they could do was comment on it. Not offer a chair or a bottle of water. Now, there is one more helpful thing to do when you're about to pass out (or are 99% there in my case) get your blood pressure up. Well, my friends, this got my blood pressure up. I grabbed money out of my purse and stumbled (yep, still have practically no vision) and found SOMEBODY that was selling food.
Those were the best damn fries I have ever eaten. [Side note: the guy selling them was super nice. They were $5 and I got them for $3 - probably because he could tell I was not okay. Unlike the weasels in the corner.]
Oh - Yes, Mom, I'm OKAY.
I get some Gatorade and head back over to Amy. Who then left to get her own Gatorade. Which is when I had my brief brush with fame. Which I'll tell you about later.
For now, I have to hop in the shower and get ready to do it all over again!