So we went on a date night Sunday night. I got free tickets to see Matchbox 20, so we hired a sitter, went to Toby Keith's Bar and Grill and then off the MB 20.We, by we I mean Indiana Jones, decided to park in the middle of Toby Keith's and the Arena in which MB 20 would be playing. This is not really my usual strategy in parking. I am one of those annoying people that drive around for 10 minutes looking for the perfect parking place only to end up having to park FOREVER away and wasting all that valuable shopping time. IJ took the more logical approach. Logic has never looked good on me. While we were walking the 4.875 miles from our car to Toby Keith's, it started to thunder and lightening. We stepped up our pace a little despite my 3 inch chocolate brown tall boots. Soon, we were safe and sound in the warm country bar with country music lulling us to calmness. However, this blaring siren kept interrupting the music. Soon, the manager came on to tell us that was a TORNADO siren. We were asked to either leave or join them on their tornado shelter. Leave? Did he really just say LEAVE? Where is God's creation were we suppose to go? I had already curled my hair for the love of sweet Jesus. This torrential downpour would not be good for it at all. So off to the tornado shelter we went.
People were a little chipper until they saw what the tornado shelter was. It was the FREEZER. I for one was not overly exuberant about this. You see those cowboys over there. For some strange reason I felt better with those cowboys there. I felt like they could lasso that tornader and send it back to where it came from by golly. I also know Indiana Jones could use his whip wielding skills if needed, but he has never been one to show off. We intently watched the TV in the kitchen until the signal went dead. This was quite exciting, but I was still worried about my hair. I thought I would liven things up a little by shouting out, "Oh know, the nader is on the ground! We are all gonna die." Then I looked at IJ and said "If I don't make it out, remarry, be happy, find someone good for the kids." People just don't get my humor.
Soon, the whole thing blew over and we had about 5 minutes to get to the concert..in tornado rains...8.725 miles away...have I mentioned my hair was curled? We decided to suck it up and make a run for it. As we went out the front doors there was a little girl whipping her car into the parking lot. We told her we would pay her $20 to drive us to the Arena. She did, I sighed with relief, my hair sang her praises.
The concert was great. We did have to run back to the car at the end, but it was midnight and the rains had subsided, and my hair was shot to Hades. But I had been saved from the clutches of death by Toby and his freezer.