I Suck At Country Night

On Friday, the Sports Depot in Allston was holding an event known as Country Night. Unfortunately, I suck at Country Night.

Nevertheless, I attended Country Night as my friend (Hot Amy) wanted to celebrate her birthday at the Sports Depot. It seems lately that country music has been rather trendy among some of my friends. Karen has always been a fan of country music. But in the past couple of years, my BFF (Kerry), and my friends (Jen and Pam) have started listening to country music on a regular basis. Even my favorite sister-in-law (Janine) and her BFF (Gretchen) listen to country music.

As for Hot Amy, I'm not too sure if she is truly a fan of country music. Like the New Kids concert that a few of us attended last year, Hot Amy did not seem to know many of the country songs, which is somewhat odd considering it was her birthday celebration. Heck, I probably knew more songs at Country Night than she did and that's just because I happen to listen to country music whenever Karen is in the car.

Anyway, Country Night was interesting. I have never been to the Sports Depot. Truth be told, Country Night was not what I was expecting at all. From all the hype that I heard, I was expecting country bumpkins dancing up a line dancing storm in their tight jeans, t-shirts, boots, and cowboy hats.

I was sadly disappointed. It's a good thing that I did not decide to get all gussied up. The way I had figured it, if I had to subject myself to Country Night, then I was going to go all out and dress like a country bumpkin: buckle and all.

Unfortunately, I don't own a big belt buckle, or cowboy boots, or a cowboy hat for that matter. So the best that I could do was wear the tight jeans with the tight t-shirt... which I'm sure must be every woman's dream... seeing my body in tight clothes. I also attempted to tuck my t-shirt into my jeans, like the typical country bumpkin, but Karen ixnayed that idea.

Anyway, Karen, Janine, my favorite brother-in-law (PJ), Gretchen, and I carpooled together to the Sports Depot in Allston. Meeting us there were Kerry, her friend (Steve), my friends (Carlos and Dolores), Dolores's boyfriend (Tom also known as Loser Tom), Jen, Jen's brother (Bill), and the birthday girl herself along with her boyfriend (Mark). PJ's friends (Chris and Chelsea) were also meeting us at the Sport Depot. So yeah, there were a lot of us there to celebrate Hot Amy's birthday... or Amypalooza, or Amy Fair, or Amygeddon... or whatever it is you want to call her Country Night celebration.

Due to the number of people in our group, the Sports Depot had to split us up into a few tables. The table I was sitting at was a complete hoot. (I'm trying to use the country lingo.) I think Kerry set the stage up for fun when she seductively displayed her mosquito bite. She really wasn't seductively displaying her mosquito bite, which happened to be on her bosom. But since I like to instigate things, the location of her mosquito bite made me chuckle.

From there, the table started talking about random things like the Wahlbergs (Feel it! Feel it!), $1.50 PBR, and the Death tattoo coming out of Steve's armpit. With the slightest move, Death's finger beckons people closer to the armpit. For anyone curious, Steve does not really have that tattoo.

Anyway, I had such a fun time at my table that I unfortunately did not get to socialize much with the people at the other tables. As the night went on, I did end up socializing a little more... although not much more. Heck, there may have even been some dancing to country music. (Someone had to dance because no one was dancing on the dance floor.)

Amidst the country music, there was also a raffle for Rascal Flatts concert tickets and a chance to win Sarah Evans tickets. Unfortunately, no one I knew won any of the tickets. Oh well.

All in all, it was an interesting night of country music. It was definitely good to see some friends and hang out. Perhaps next time (if there is a next time), there will be country bumpkins line dancing. I would have been curious to see that.