MUSIC MONDAY: Dear Luke Bryan

Dear Luke Bryan,

Let me start off by saying I know you are fully aware of the chaos of last Tuesday’s concert at Talon Farms and Winery in Lexington, Kentucky and that this should probably be addressed to either the event planner or the venue itself for agreeing to host an event they couldn’t handle, however, I don’t know their names and besides, it makes me feel special to think I’m actually writing Luke Bryan 🙂 And FYI, I promise this won’t be too harsh, so please bear with me!

Before I get started about how I feel, I’d like to give you a rundown on the eight days prior to the concert so that you can get a good feel for the frame of mind I was in that day. Monday, September 28th, my youngest son was in an accident at school and airlifted to the hospital. I won’t go into all the details because I’ve already blogged about it, but it resulted in surgery, 31 staples in his head and a night in the hospital. Even though everything turned out okay, as a parent, I know you can relate when I say the event took it’s toll on me and my husband. By the time we made it home on Tuesday afternoon and got my car at school where I left it, I was completely worn out.

We found out last month my oldest son, who’s thirteen, needed hearing aids. Actually it’s been an ongoing issue for a couple years now, but the decision to go ahead with them was finally made, so guess what Wednesday was? Hearing aid day.  I made another trip back to Lexington early that morning. I live a little more than an hour away in case you want to keep up with all the travelling I’m doing. The hearing aids themselves have been a big source of stress. Not only for the financial responsibility of our out of pocket expenses, but also because what thirteen year old boy wants to wear hearing aids? Not mine! Again as a parent, you know, when your kids hurt, you hurt, so this hasn’t been easy for any of us. That afternoon, I had to meet with his principal to discuss some of my concerns and as soon as I left there I had to meet with little guys principal to go over the accident.  Yeah, another long day.

We are up to Thursday now, aren’t we? Yes, I believe we are. Even before the stuff with my kids came up, I had Thursday planned out. I would work half a day and then go to my sisters at lunch because she didn’t have anyone to sit with her. You see, my sister was diagnosed with ALS (Lou Gehrigs Disease) four years ago and requires around the clock care. Again, I won’t get into any of the details because those reading this have heard me talk about it before and if you really do get your hands on this post by chance, you’d be able to look up the affects of ALS via Google. I will say she’s wheelchair bound with very little movement aside from her right hand. Her speech is almost completely gone to the point that it’s a guessing game of trying to figure out what she’s attempting to say.  However, my plans for that day changed when my brother in law got us tickets to your concert in Lexington. I’m not going to lie, after the week I’d had, I wasn’t looking forward to going and had things been different with my sister and she not have to rely on me to take her, I probably would have cancelled. I can’t tell you the relief I felt when you actually cancelled because of the rain. I know it pissed a lot of people off, but trust me, I wasn’t one of them. Because not only did it mean that I didn’t have to make another trip back to Lexington that evening, but I also could attend my son’s football game that night. Unfortunately after waiting 2 hours the other team never showed and his game got cancelled, too.

I don’t really have any traumatic events to tell you about Friday. Other than I worked and by the amount of day’s I’d taken off, I mean I literally worked my a$$ off.  Afterwards, I spent two hours at the grocery store because I couldn’t remember the last time I went. Again, it was late evening by the time I got home and got the groceries put away, dinner cooked, etc. I spent the rest of the night on the couch.  I had another long day Saturday when I headed to my sisters at 4:30 that morning to sit with her. By the time Sunday rolled around, not only had exhaustion consumed me, but laundry had taken over my house. Again, Monday I don’t have a lot to report other a near melt down when I got home from work and was informed by my insurance company that they wouldn’t cover my son’s hearing aids. It turned out to be a misunderstanding on both mine and the customer service representatives parts, but thinking that my already hefty cost was going to double wasn’t what I wanted to hear. Let me clarify that, it wasn’t what I needed to hear. I’m tired and stressed beyond stressed at this point, but getting the misunderstanding worked out was the second best news I’d heard all week. First was knowing my youngest son was going to be okay after his accident.

It’s Tuesday now. The rescheduled day of your concert. I had a few moments of panic Monday night trying to figure out how I was going to make this happen, because my little guy was scheduled to get his staples removed, plus I had to figure out how to get my sister to Lexington for the concert. We finally decided that I would leave work at noon, drive the thirty minutes to my sisters, then drive the hour to my mom’s work where I’d meet my husband and son so we could go on to the doctor and my mom and sister could go on to the concert. My plan was to just meet them there. The concert wasn’t until seven, so I had plenty of time, because I was just ten miles away. I’m sure before I go any further, you know the outcome of this scenario. At four o’clock, we had the staples removed, my family was well on their way back home and I was in traffic six miles from the venue. At six o’clock, my phone died and no I didn’t have a charger because I was in my mom’s car and I just didn’t think about grabbing one with everything else going on. At eight o’clock, I had barely moved two miles. By nine, I was on the verge of another meltdown. My mom and sister had no clue why I never arrived and I knew my husband would be worried because I never sent him a text telling him I’d gotten there. He hadn’t heard from me since five o’clock.

I want to give you the full scope of the craziness. People began abandoning their cars five miles out and walking. Other’s ran out of gas. I’m surprised someone didn’t get hit and killed as vehicles swerved in and out of the middle lane trying to cut in. Fights broke out and I saw more penis’s pissing in the middle of the street than I had ever seen in my life. At least most ladies ventured off into nearby backyards to use the facilities. Five hours and I only moved three miles. It wasn’t exactly how I wanted the night to go. I finally asked the ladies in the van behind me if I could use a phone to call my husband and that’s when the meltdown ensued.  I cried.  Like a big ol’ baby, I bawled.  Don’t ask me why, because I don’t know other than I suppose all the pent up tension from the previous week finally let go. Yeah, probably not one of my most proudest moments, but what can I say, everyone has a breaking point and sitting in my mom’s car by myself for five hours and barely moving, obviously was mine.  My husband told me to come home and after another thirty minutes and knowing I still had three miles to go, I did.

If your curious, here’s an article and video about the traffic from our local news.
Luke Bryan concert traffic could lead to change in city regulations

First I want to say thank you for waiting as long as you did to go on stage for those of us stuck in traffic. I heard you started at 9:20, at which time I was still there … waiting. The reality is, I probably never would have made it. So it was a total waste of ticket and time and I’m glad I gave up when I did. But it wasn’t just me. There was a line of traffic at least five miles long behind me when I left, so none of those got to see the concert either. Who thought sending twenty thousand people down a two lane road that turned into one lane the last three miles would be okay, really didn’t think things through all that well. Again, I don’t blame you personally. You get up on stage, you sing. That’s your job. So no hard feelings there. I am irritated, though, with those that I saw posting how stupid we were and how we should have planned better and what did we expect. Well, first of all, I’m not from Lexington and I didn’t know that particular road was as “country” as it was and secondly, I never expected it to take five hours to move three miles. Yes, I do feel I planned well enough and that three hours before the concert was plenty of time to drive the six miles. Besides, I couldn’t have left any sooner if I wanted. So to those people, I don’t have a lot of nice words, because some of them were really crude, but this isn’t the place to voice them.

I know a lot of people have a story about that night. Some probably crazier than mine, but for me, once my son was cleared from the doctor, it was a night I had finally begun looking forward to. I needed a little break from the stress of the past week and I looked forward to spending some time with both my mom and my sister, because it doesn’t happen with the three of us together all that often. Unfortunately, it will likely be my sisters last concert and I missed it. I missed that memory of listening to music and hanging out with them when our days together our numbered. I wasted five hours in traffic during a time that I could have really used it catching up on rest, picking up the house, or doing laundry. I’m not mad, I’m just really sad. Sad that I spent all that time and didn’t get to share it with them. It is what it is and I know you’ve taken a lot of flack over it, but truly if you take a step back and think about it, if someone is bitching because it was so crowded they couldn’t get into your show, I can only say congratulations. That means you’re loved and that should in some way make you feel good.  It’s quite a feat to know that so many people thought enough of you to wait for hours on end just to get in. If I was a betting woman, I’d bet my paycheck that more than half of those that never made it through the gates would probably go out and get tickets to see you again- just to be clear though, I’m not a betting woman because I need my paycheck, especially until I get these hearing aids paid for 🙂

I know some have asked for a refund. I’m not sure how that could happen nor am I one of those people.  Maybe it’s easy for me to forgive because the ticket was a gift to me, so I wasn’t out anything but my time, but it was time that was precious.  I guess I just feel some things you have to take them for what they are. A lesson learned. For me, for the venue, for Luke Bryan’s team. If you really wanted to make it up to me, I’d be ever so grateful if you’d just buy your wife my book. I’d be even happier if she liked it 🙂 Hey, a girl can dream can’t she? 🙂

If you are wondering, my sister and mom made it to the show and had a good time (until it was time to leave, but that’s a whole other story.) For them, I’m happy. But since I didn’t make it, let’s all enjoy a little Luke Bryan.

Comments ( 2 )

  1. Replyrachelcarrera

    That stinks that you didn't get there. :(

    • Replydenarogers

      It did, Rachel. I need to go back and update the post. They did give refunds, so I think that was very nice. My brother in law purchased my ticket, so I'm not sure if he did or not, but for others, I think it was a good move.

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