Tuesday, November 17, 2015

Ribfest 2015.

You know you're dedicated when you set an alarm for 8:15AM on a Sunday, and that's exactly what we did last weekend in the name of Ribfest. This festival is an annual three day BBQ cookout held at Vinoy Park in St. Petersburg, FL. There is no lack of drinks, country music, and well you guessed it, RIBS. The past two years of headliners have included Justin Moore and Thomas Rhett. However, no alarm would have been too early to ensure we were front row for this year's headliner: Kip Moore.

My goal was to arrive at Vinoy Park a good half hour before gates opened. After a pit stop for a gas fill up, trying to decide if my dress would withstand the test of the wind that ensued that day, and parking at the furthest away parking garage possible (I still have no idea why, Ben????), we took what we could get. We were ten minutes early to open. All bets were off when they opened the gates.  We were able to bee line for our general admission seats, after stopping at the drink tent to get our 21+ stamps, of course. #priorities

Front row seats were a big ole check off of my list and I could finally relax. Beer in hand and a cole slaw stain on my dress from a late lunch, I was ready for some country music by the time The Cadillac Three took the stage at 2:30PM. What's great about Ribfest is that once the slew of performers begins, it actually goes pretty quickly. Michael Ray followed TC3 at 3:30PM (he was AWESOME), Chase Rice came on at 4:30PM, and then the whole reason my alarm was set so early on a Sunday AKA Kip Moore started the beginning of the end at 6:30PM. 

It was seven and a half long hours of staying in one spot, only leaving to take shifts for food and drinks. Ben is literally a trooper. I on the other hand, might just be crazy. This is hardly our first rodeo though. We once waited 10 hours to be front row for Eric Church. I'm telling y'all, we do what we have to do (or just what I make us do).

Dress: American Eagle, Bracelets: Coordinates Collection, Bourbon & Boweties, Boots: Ariats

Thanks for the #chelfie, Chase.
Somehow, someway the only four pictures that I managed to take of Kip were ones with a microphone smack dab in the middle of his face. Total face palm to myself, but when you're too busy singing the lyrics to every one of his songs and beat dropping your hand in the air, that's what happens.

It was a good'n, Ribfest. See you 2016.

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