The Colt…

DSC_0034I would be lying if I said that this guy didn’t make my night.  I first saw him long ago.  2013, I believe at the Hollywood Casino in Columbus, OH.  He was playing with Keith Anderson.

Beyond his striking good looks, he is amazingly talented.  I had also caught his eye and he stopped, looked at me, and smiled so I could take a picture.  There was a woman in front of me that was pretty sure he was staring at her.  He was not.  My friends knew.  The woman, she was less than happy when she figured it out too.  Oh, the look I got from her.  This moment was not in my head, everyone knew.  My friends and I still joke about it.

I had thought about keeping that moment to myself, but it is worth the share. I have several moments worth sharing, but not all the pictures are on digital. Oh, the days of film.  I have a craft tub full of printed pictures and autographs and I’m not talking some shoe box type either.  Trust me it is a lot.  Maybe I will dig them out to tell those stories. Of course, that is if you would like to hear.

Anyway, that night all those years ago…I chose not to try to meet him. I didn’t really realize that was an option until we had gotten in line to meet Keith.  Then I saw people talking to Mr. Colt and well we stayed in line and so I missed my opportunity.  One I waited four years to have again.  Merry Christmas to me.

Dec 22, 2017.  I was having a bad day. Nothing fit the way it was supposed to. I was feeling old and out of shape.  Normally I was excited for concert nights, this night I was just over it and part of me had honestly contemplated not going but I did. I spent the money and I truly, truly hate wasting money.  Then I thought that I was going to have to sit by myself.  My friend and her husband were at table 15 and I was at table 14.  You would think these tables would be next to each other…they were not.  Whoever set up the tables put table 15  on one side of the pit (fenced off area where everyone could go and stand) and 14 on the other side.  By this point, I was completely over it.

As I sat there, my friend came over to talk.  As it got closer to start time for the boys, it became apparent that no one else bought seats at my table (or at least they didn’t show up) and so my friends ended up coming over and sitting with me.  Then Colt Prather came out on stage.  My mood lifted.

I decided to hang around after the concert to try to meet him officially.  We are “Friends” on Facebook for whatever that is worth and I had wished him a happy birthday in which he responded.  He’s really just that kind of guy, I think.  Anyway, when he saw me standing there he gave me a one-arm hug and said that it was good to see me as it had been a while.  I agreed.

We were going to take a picture, but he was in high demand and asked for a few minutes, so that he could just come down to us (he was still standing on the stage).  After a while, he disappeared off stage and I waited. I waited. I waited.  The group to see him had grown larger and I was hanging off outside the group.  I’m just not that girl and I’m barely that kind of fan.

After a bit, I was kind of convinced that he was not going to come back.   It was now late. The concert hadn’t started until 1045 and it was now after midnight if not 1am.  It was okay. I felt like I’d have another opportunity…I hope. Maybe.  Probably.  Maybe not.  Who really knows?  Anyway, so I left and messaged him telling him that he owed me a picture.  He messaged back and said that he had come back looking for me.  He had to put his gear on the bus…I didn’t wait long enough.  Story of my life.  I have really got to work on that patience thing.

Still…it was a moment.  One that makes me smile and shake my head. Those are the kind that I like.  With that said, I hope that you didn’t mind hearing about it.
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Have a beautiful day and tomorrow.

Montana Rose Photography

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