Wish Granted

Another week has come and gone, and Lee got his wish. I have remained pregnant long enough for him to have gone to the first night of the PBR Finals. It was kind of a bust though.
You see, last year we swear the PBR started at 7pm. So around 4pm I took my usual nap and I guess Lee dozed off too. We woke up around 5ish, and as I started to get ready to go, I hear "WHAT! CAITLIN WE HAVE TO GO!NOW!" I guess we should have checked the tickets earlier....

the PBR started at 6pm.

Lee is FA-LYING down the freeway, huffing and puffing because now there was no time for him to go to the Jack Daniels' tent, he couldn't enter his name 45 times in the Copenhagen motorcycle raffle, but most importantly he would not get to ride the mechanical bull that was outside the Thomas and Mack.

Now, my favorite part of the PBR (and the fall season in general) is the KETTLE CORN. These GINORMOUS bags for $5. Best thing ever- especially to a 9 month pregnant woman. The kettle corn is only sold outside the arena along with the honey roasted ears of corn and all the other deliciosness that is rodeo fare. The outside area, I thought, was apart of the whole event, so instead of buying a bag of kettle corn before we went inside, I did what any logical pregnant woman would do... I went to the bathroom first, found our seats, then I followed my nose to the entrance of the arena only to be brought to an abrupt halt by a ticket taker.

"If you leave, there is no re-entrance."
"Are.... you..... SERIOUS!?"
"Well, what do you need?"
"Kettle Corn."
"Yeah, sorry I can't let you back in if you leave."

I am not kidding you, my eyes welled up with tears. This woman was denying my unborn child her first taste of kettle corn! Who does she think she is?!? How dare she!!?? I was so upset the rest of the night, I couldn't enjoy my soft pretzel OR my gummy bears.