Last October, as I was cleaning out my car, Eric walked out and told me that he had just bought two Stagecoach tickets for us. It caught me by surprise since Eric isn't exactly the biggest fan of country music.
"But you don't even like country," I said.
"I don't," he said. "But, you do."
I'm pretty sure this is where I squealed, threw my arms around him, and started counting down the days until April.
Little did Eric or I know, at this point, that the festival fell on the same weekend as his 30th birthday. As the weeks got closer to the festival date, Eric started to regret that he would be spending his 30th birthday singing along to country tunes as opposed to spending the weekend doing what he loves- snowboarding and hanging out with his friends and family.
Being the good wife that I am, I told him to sell the tickets and I would plan a trip to Mammoth for his birthday. Barely a week before the big concert weekend, Eric and I were driving to Fullerton to meet with a buyer who wanted our tickets. On our way there we were both silent and the mood in the car was glum. Suddenly, Eric pulled off the freeway miles before our exit. "I feel like I'm taking my dog to the vet to be put down. We have to go to Stagecoach." He smiled, I smiled, and all was right in the world again. (Sorry potential buyer!)
Stagecoach was a weekend of withering heat, stifling crowds, and non-stop mass partying. And we were undaunted... it was everything it was hyped up to be! My family made Eric's birthday very special. (Yes, my whole family was in Indio for Stagecoach!) He blew out his candles on is his birthday key-lime pie (his favorite) and scored a pair of Rayban sunglasses from my folks.
And from my sisters, it was a theme- ammo and targets for shooting! How could this guy not be a country music fan? I mean, hunting, fishing, driving tractors, life in a small town, and songs about booze are basically Eric and country musics whole M-O!
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