Runnin' With The Devil
Mullets Seen: 25
Rat Tails Seen: 5
Men Still Living With Their Parents: at least half of those in attendance

Eddie and Dave reunited. Two solid hours of every hit ever to come forth from the most epic band to ever rock the face of the Earth. I had my doubts: Indianapolis is three and a half hours away, it'll be a class reunion 80's losers, and they're not gonna rock anymore. I was so wrong. They rocked my face off, I was emotionally spent at the end of the night. Dave's vocals were strong and he was a team player. Eddie's playing was legendary and I don't care what anyone says, Eddie's kid Wolfgang held his own onstage with the legends of rock.

The crowd was an 80's reunion of losers, but what I had underestimated was how much they'd entertain me. The star of the night was Fat Travis Tritt. By the end of his alcohol-poisoned night he was just Fat Trav to us and much beloved. We just kept waiting to see his snake skin boots flip over the balcony plexi-glass and disappear into the darkness of the mulleted masses. It never happened and I gotta say we felt kinda cheated.

Harsh words were exchanged in the parking lot when I boxed out a carload of 80's losers to let our car back out. Our church's youth pastor was driving so I didn't even respond with my preferred profanity. Instead I politely responded, "If your momma would'a raised you right, we wouldn't be having this conversation." Somehow this one statment emotionally broke this man and and he just looked at me with a sad, imploring expression and said, "Don't bring my momma into this." And I could hear Ernie say, Oh my gosh, you almost made that man cry." mmm...good times.