I cleary forgot my jorts...

Oh my! Nashville is full of jorts and boots. FULL. It is scary.

For those of you who do not know the term, jorts are jean shorts. Note: not denim shorts, but shorts made from slicing up a pair of Levis. For me, the look evokes bad early 90s fashion. I fear the jort. Pair it with a boot, and now the world is full of cankles. I'm dying. And, Neil is laughing at me for taking pictures of people in jorts for the blog.

So on Thursday, I got to sleep in while Neil went to check on the venues and locations. At lunch, he showed up with more members of the team, we had lunch at the yummy Sports Grille in the hotel.

After a short rest for Neil, we all headed over to LP field for the big show. I was excited to see Reba (crossing my fingers for Fancy). Well, no dice. We got up to the suite- yes, Neil is a pimp that gets awesome perks- and enjoyed the open bar for a bit. Brooks and Dunn did their set.

Reba made it out for about two songs before they stopped her and announced that the CMA folks were clearing the stadium for major storms in the area. Surprisingly, people moved. And waited. And waited. And waited.

Good thing the bar was open. We waited for hours for the rain to no avail. When it finally showed, it was some serious rain and wind but hardly any lightening. They started the show back up after midnight. The show ended at 1:50- luckily, we had hit the road before then.

Slideshow of CMA pictures