It has been awhile since I've gone to a country concert, so I was more then happy when we purchased tickets to Rascal Flatts and made a day out of it with some of Mike's co-workers.
Love this boy.
It's not often we get pictures of just the two of us, so we took every opportunity we could to make it happen.
Group shot right after we saw two under age groups of teenagers get cited, taken to call their parents and told to dump all of their alcohol out (not in that order, obviously) - but before I ice'd the boys.
Taking it like champs.
(lie. 3/4 had to sip it because it was too cold and carbonated. Clearly Mike is used to this and had it gone in .3 seconds - no joke... I don't know how that man can chug beers like he does. It's like a magic act the way they disappear).
Favorite part of the night? Coming out of the woman's bathroom to Mike holding a strawberry daiquiri in a guitar-shaped neon plastic bottle for me. Icing on the cake? He also had one for himself. He really does know the way to my heart.
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