Calf Fry 2009... How did I enjoy thee??? Let me count the ways!!!
I heard just today a neat phrase. “Happiness is something you decide ahead of time.” What a great analogy for my weekend. I could tell you about all the things this weekend that didn’t go as we had planned, how not everyone that got tickets could attend, how one of people I most wanted to see didn’t get to come at the last minute; how it began raining 3 days before the calf fry and rained steadily and how it smelled faintly of sewer, how I’ve never seen so much mud, how I bled 2 of the three nights, how we only got 1 shower in 4 days, how I spent one night sitting in the truck, how we were awakened on Friday to hearing that our home town was under water, how the swine flu (not really, but some captain tripps like illness) infected multiple attendees including yours truly. But the absolute truth is that I don’t remember a single second of the calf fry that I was not as happy as a clam. In truth, despite the weather and anything else, this was one of my FAVORITE calf fry’s of all time, and I believe that is a sentiment shared by all parties.
My vacation started Tuesday with the arrival of a high school buddy that I had not seen in like 17-18 years (OMG I just added that up) who drove up from beyond Amarillo to visit and attnd the calf fry. Then Wed am Karen called and said that her husband who had been in the hospital was doing well enough that he was insisting that she come! I had given up on her getting to attend so this was good news. She was going to take the RV to Stillwater Wed afternoon and set everything up. WHAT A NICE FRIEND, since she wasn’t coming until Thurs. So we started trying to pack RV essentials.
I had gathered a group of possible calf fry attendees some how who had never met each other and to be honest had a minor bit of trepidation about everyone getting along. Luckily my fears could not have been more unnecessary. Ashley and Tiff arrived mid day on Wed, as we were taking care of the last minute details before departure. They were as giddy as school girls getting
ready for their first proms. The bathroom was filled with girls and sprays and puffs of makeup and giddy giggles as we prepared to head out.
We packed up my truck until it look like the Beverly hillbillies were headin to town and we were off – in the rain, to Stillwater. Wed nite was Pat Fucking Green (his words, not mine) and it was set to be indoors due to the rain. I knew it would be crazy and we would have to be careful to get our cherished spot at Pat’s boots. No worries however, after the girls met brett, and
well before the time Pat hit the stage we were EXACTLY where we wanted to be. Tiffany had rejoined the group after getting to go backstage and meet the Man. She seemed super excited to get to do that and I’m tickled that she had a fun experience with it. The only issue we incurred Wed night was the heat. With all those bodies c
rammed in there it was SOO Hot! The band was literally dripping wet. Pat kept mouthing to us & to the band “It’s Hot” – or “It’s Fucking Hot” – We were right in front so we knew it was. In fact I felt a little guilty because Kathy ended up actually leaving the area before Pat came on cause it was just too stuffy for her. But I think she had a good night anyway – and I’m sure she had a good calf fry in general so hopefully she’ll forgive me for not taking off with her.
Pat put on the show of a lifetime, as he often does for a college crowd in that kind of setting. I was also sooo excited to when he went totally off set list and was doing great old stuff from album like “songs we wish we’d written” (Paradise & Hank) as well as old goodies like Standing in a Texas Sun and Billy the Kid. He played all my favorite stuff from the new album too (minus his current hit Country Star which was odd) including the title track “what I’m for” and my other fav “In this World” – All of which was just gravy on an already great nite! There must have been something in the air since Pat had to stop the show twice to put out fights. The first – the bass player noticed and walked over to try and fix, then here comes Pat. Shockingly it was
girls fighting. He gave them the “lets all love one another and have a good time” speeel and tried to give them a chance – but when they wouldn’t calm down he motioned for security and told them “bye bye” - the crowd cheered and the show was right back on, with Pat adding in a few air punches for effect. Later the scene played itself out again on the other side of the stage.
At some point during Pat’s show his tour mates crashed onto the stage and this guy in boxers and chaps and not much else starts humping Pat. You could totally tell that this was a tour prank type of thing and Pat had no idea it was coming – he was shocked looking and then spew laughing. He was saying how if he’d known they would act this way he wouldn’t have brought them on tour. The rest of the people on stage just were just going nuts it was hilarious! I didn’t see Randy Houser play but he came back on with his band and all went crazy during Pat’s encore which was sooo freaking funny.
The whole thing was Great!
We then went to “our” RV and crashed. I didn’t exactly crash since I had jacked myself up on Caffine – I literally just layed there all night… but some how the next day I wasn’t groggy or tired. We awoke to find we had no water. We didn’t know if that was an oversite or on purpose so we ran back to Tulsa and used the Kolker shower facilities and ended up renting Tiffany a pair of jeans – so that was great. Some how doing nothing we blew all day and then it was Thursday night and time to rock and roll again. Upon arrival we realized that none of us had been prepared for the mud that we were about to encounter. 10 minutes in and I was barefoot carrying my flip flops in a beer pitcher. The mud was literally calf deep and getting deeper. I’ve never seen anything like it. The entertainment included mud wrestling, mud skating, puddle jumping – etc you get the idea! Music wise, Thurs was Randy Rogers and Miranda Lambert. Both really good – I confess I didn’t see as much of Miranda as I meant too – circumstances, mud, balls and finding our RV host all conspired against me. But I had a ball and we saw enough to know we would love to see her again. I got to hear my favs including dry town and so I was happy. We had a ball, and I literally had some Oh My God-able balls! They are just the best! After the shows we partied for a while in the Tumbleweed since Karen and Amber had been late. Then it was back to the RV the 6 of us went – we stayed up till like 3-4 just all giggling and talking and telling stories like girls at a slumber party. We awoke the next morning – to start the giggling all over again over coffee. We were all awakened Friday to the news that Pryor had flooded. Luckily while we’d had rain we didn’t have all that.
We lazed around the trailer and then decided to go eat, go buy mud boots and find a liquor store. We accomplished all our goals – although ours were not the only ideas about buying mud boots. Walmart had like 2 pairs – Payless had 3 pairs sizes 11.5, 11.5 and you guessed it 11.5 (they had only 1 pair when we got out of there). We then found a liq store and bought all the fixins for buttery nipples and chocolate cake. If you’ve never had them, I HIGHLY RECOMMEND them… yummie. (right girls??) Anyway we went back to the trailer with our mud boots and liquor and started out fun. We made each nite all about somebody and Friday was all about Kathy and Tiff – luckily they had bonded but I’ll get to that later. Friday night was Mike McClure my fave and CCRWD everyone elses fave (I love them,
just slightly less than MMB) anyway, Friday night the rain moved in about the time we got there. We were all having a ball though till Ashley got what we first thought was a little too drunk. After a while in the bathroom insisting she puke and rally it became apparent something else was wrong. We took her out to the truck where I stayed with her but ordered everyone else inside for a good time. They obliged and as Ashley suffered from the flu, they rocked it out to Cross Canadian. Tiffany was glad that I took ally duty which was only right since I’ve seen cross a million times. I know Ashley didn’t enjoy the rest of her Friday night – but by the time we all got back to the rv she was at least able to laugh at all the funny stories that the girls were reporting for the night. We were again up until 3:30 just giggling (or in Ashley’s case laying in the kitchen booth wrapped in a blanket laughing and then moaning in pain) and enjoying each other’s company.
Sadly, Saturday we all had to come back. We made slow work of it since Ashley didn’t feel good and since quite frankly neither did I by that time. The girls went on home and Kathy stayed the night and hit the road early this am. I’m slightly jealous to report that her new CCRWD t-shirt earned her a compliment and then a 30 minute conversation with Jeremy Plato’s (Bass player) dad, in a totally random encounter at a convenient store on her way home. How amazing is that?!
We all had such a good time that we vowed to make calf fry a girls weekend from this year forward. I must say that for the last several years I’ve done girls only calf fry weekends and they have all been great, it’s definitely the way to go! I know this is long and yet I feel as if I have neglected to mention much of the amazing stuff. Girls, feel free to add comments about your favorite part of the weekend and supplement my tired illing, brain!
And to the rest of you, as Pat Green would say: – CARRY ON.
My vacation started Tuesday with the arrival of a high school buddy that I had not seen in like 17-18 years (OMG I just added that up) who drove up from beyond Amarillo to visit and attnd the calf fry. Then Wed am Karen called and said that her husband who had been in the hospital was doing well enough that he was insisting that she come! I had given up on her getting to attend so this was good news. She was going to take the RV to Stillwater Wed afternoon and set everything up. WHAT A NICE FRIEND, since she wasn’t coming until Thurs. So we started trying to pack RV essentials.
I had gathered a group of possible calf fry attendees some how who had never met each other and to be honest had a minor bit of trepidation about everyone getting along. Luckily my fears could not have been more unnecessary. Ashley and Tiff arrived mid day on Wed, as we were taking care of the last minute details before departure. They were as giddy as school girls getting
ready for their first proms. The bathroom was filled with girls and sprays and puffs of makeup and giddy giggles as we prepared to head out.We packed up my truck until it look like the Beverly hillbillies were headin to town and we were off – in the rain, to Stillwater. Wed nite was Pat Fucking Green (his words, not mine) and it was set to be indoors due to the rain. I knew it would be crazy and we would have to be careful to get our cherished spot at Pat’s boots. No worries however, after the girls met brett, and
well before the time Pat hit the stage we were EXACTLY where we wanted to be. Tiffany had rejoined the group after getting to go backstage and meet the Man. She seemed super excited to get to do that and I’m tickled that she had a fun experience with it. The only issue we incurred Wed night was the heat. With all those bodies c
rammed in there it was SOO Hot! The band was literally dripping wet. Pat kept mouthing to us & to the band “It’s Hot” – or “It’s Fucking Hot” – We were right in front so we knew it was. In fact I felt a little guilty because Kathy ended up actually leaving the area before Pat came on cause it was just too stuffy for her. But I think she had a good night anyway – and I’m sure she had a good calf fry in general so hopefully she’ll forgive me for not taking off with her.Pat put on the show of a lifetime, as he often does for a college crowd in that kind of setting. I was also sooo excited to when he went totally off set list and was doing great old stuff from album like “songs we wish we’d written” (Paradise & Hank) as well as old goodies like Standing in a Texas Sun and Billy the Kid. He played all my favorite stuff from the new album too (minus his current hit Country Star which was odd) including the title track “what I’m for” and my other fav “In this World” – All of which was just gravy on an already great nite! There must have been something in the air since Pat had to stop the show twice to put out fights. The first – the bass player noticed and walked over to try and fix, then here comes Pat. Shockingly it was
girls fighting. He gave them the “lets all love one another and have a good time” speeel and tried to give them a chance – but when they wouldn’t calm down he motioned for security and told them “bye bye” - the crowd cheered and the show was right back on, with Pat adding in a few air punches for effect. Later the scene played itself out again on the other side of the stage.At some point during Pat’s show his tour mates crashed onto the stage and this guy in boxers and chaps and not much else starts humping Pat. You could totally tell that this was a tour prank type of thing and Pat had no idea it was coming – he was shocked looking and then spew laughing. He was saying how if he’d known they would act this way he wouldn’t have brought them on tour. The rest of the people on stage just were just going nuts it was hilarious! I didn’t see Randy Houser play but he came back on with his band and all went crazy during Pat’s encore which was sooo freaking funny.
The whole thing was Great!We then went to “our” RV and crashed. I didn’t exactly crash since I had jacked myself up on Caffine – I literally just layed there all night… but some how the next day I wasn’t groggy or tired. We awoke to find we had no water. We didn’t know if that was an oversite or on purpose so we ran back to Tulsa and used the Kolker shower facilities and ended up renting Tiffany a pair of jeans – so that was great. Some how doing nothing we blew all day and then it was Thursday night and time to rock and roll again. Upon arrival we realized that none of us had been prepared for the mud that we were about to encounter. 10 minutes in and I was barefoot carrying my flip flops in a beer pitcher. The mud was literally calf deep and getting deeper. I’ve never seen anything like it. The entertainment included mud wrestling, mud skating, puddle jumping – etc you get the idea! Music wise, Thurs was Randy Rogers and Miranda Lambert. Both really good – I confess I didn’t see as much of Miranda as I meant too – circumstances, mud, balls and finding our RV host all conspired against me. But I had a ball and we saw enough to know we would love to see her again. I got to hear my favs including dry town and so I was happy. We had a ball, and I literally had some Oh My God-able balls! They are just the best! After the shows we partied for a while in the Tumbleweed since Karen and Amber had been late. Then it was back to the RV the 6 of us went – we stayed up till like 3-4 just all giggling and talking and telling stories like girls at a slumber party. We awoke the next morning – to start the giggling all over again over coffee. We were all awakened Friday to the news that Pryor had flooded. Luckily while we’d had rain we didn’t have all that.
We lazed around the trailer and then decided to go eat, go buy mud boots and find a liquor store. We accomplished all our goals – although ours were not the only ideas about buying mud boots. Walmart had like 2 pairs – Payless had 3 pairs sizes 11.5, 11.5 and you guessed it 11.5 (they had only 1 pair when we got out of there). We then found a liq store and bought all the fixins for buttery nipples and chocolate cake. If you’ve never had them, I HIGHLY RECOMMEND them… yummie. (right girls??) Anyway we went back to the trailer with our mud boots and liquor and started out fun. We made each nite all about somebody and Friday was all about Kathy and Tiff – luckily they had bonded but I’ll get to that later. Friday night was Mike McClure my fave and CCRWD everyone elses fave (I love them,
just slightly less than MMB) anyway, Friday night the rain moved in about the time we got there. We were all having a ball though till Ashley got what we first thought was a little too drunk. After a while in the bathroom insisting she puke and rally it became apparent something else was wrong. We took her out to the truck where I stayed with her but ordered everyone else inside for a good time. They obliged and as Ashley suffered from the flu, they rocked it out to Cross Canadian. Tiffany was glad that I took ally duty which was only right since I’ve seen cross a million times. I know Ashley didn’t enjoy the rest of her Friday night – but by the time we all got back to the rv she was at least able to laugh at all the funny stories that the girls were reporting for the night. We were again up until 3:30 just giggling (or in Ashley’s case laying in the kitchen booth wrapped in a blanket laughing and then moaning in pain) and enjoying each other’s company.Sadly, Saturday we all had to come back. We made slow work of it since Ashley didn’t feel good and since quite frankly neither did I by that time. The girls went on home and Kathy stayed the night and hit the road early this am. I’m slightly jealous to report that her new CCRWD t-shirt earned her a compliment and then a 30 minute conversation with Jeremy Plato’s (Bass player) dad, in a totally random encounter at a convenient store on her way home. How amazing is that?!
We all had such a good time that we vowed to make calf fry a girls weekend from this year forward. I must say that for the last several years I’ve done girls only calf fry weekends and they have all been great, it’s definitely the way to go! I know this is long and yet I feel as if I have neglected to mention much of the amazing stuff. Girls, feel free to add comments about your favorite part of the weekend and supplement my tired illing, brain!
And to the rest of you, as Pat Green would say: – CARRY ON.
6 comments:
Sounds awesome despite the mud and sickness. You must somehow hoard your energy all year to be able to survive!
~Erica
Best weekend ever!!! First meeting Brett then Pat, Chocolate cake, buttery nipples, cherry vodka, Miranda, CCR, laughs, Pat Green, rented pants, rain boots, splashing preppy boys with mud, falling out of the bed, meeting new wonderful friends, wondering if we were gonna wake up in oz, all the dang mud, Pat green, being right up against the stage, getting a pick thrown down my shirt(Thanks Brett!), free t-shirt, water, did I mention Pat fing Green yet? Thanks for the wonderful weekend! I can't wait til next year!!!
what's Calf Fry without a little mud and beer? Sorry I missed the fun!
I think its about time for my big cousin to brake me in and take me to calf fry....lol It's been along time coming....heck I am about to be 21. So it's time! lol -Johnna
I'm with Tam- sorry I missed it! But SOOOO glad you guys had a blast!
Yeppers... Ya'll had a blast... My little furry feet could not keep up with ya'll... I would have sunk into the mud! MoM would have used her scooter and rolled right along with ya'll.... What fun!
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