Sunburns, Scream-Singing, and Convertible Chaos — A Miami Moment to Remember
Y’all. Let me tell you something — Carrley was in town for the week, and we were thriving. The vibes? Immaculate. The snacks? Stocked. The plans? Chaotic, unhinged, and exactly what we needed. She rolled in like a little hurricane of fun, instantly derailing any sense of routine I had (which, let’s be honest, wasn’t much to begin with). Laundry? Nope. Emails? Who? Responsibilities? Never met her.
Now let’s get to the main event — the crown jewel of the week — Saturday, July 12. Not just any Saturday. It was Nannie’s birthday, a.k.a. a sacred holiday in this family. And how did we honor the occasion? Oh, nothing casual… just packed up our bags, and our questionable life choices, and Carrley, the hubby, and I drove FOUR hours to Miami to see Morgan Wallen, Gavin Adcock, and Brooks & Dunn live in concert at Hard Rock Stadium.
We rented a convertible, because if you’re gonna road trip for a country concert, you better do it like you’re starring in your own “Whiskey Glasses” moment. Somewhere near Alligator Alley, the skies decided to bless us with a surprise rainstorm. Hair? Wrecked. Mascara? Running for its life. We did have to put the top up once, but only for a short time. Once the clouds moved on, the top came back down, and we hit the road again, feeling like country music video extras—wind in our lashes and SPF nowhere in sight—rookie mistake. We’re currently redder than a Target clearance sticker.
Now let’s talk Morgan Wallen. Gavin Adcock and Brooks & Dunn got the party going, and we were two-stepping in the crowd like we actually knew what we were doing. But let’s be honest—this trip was 1000% for Morgan. That man stepped on stage, and the entire place lost it. And by “the place,” I mean us. We screamed, we sang, we danced like we had no cartilage in our knees. And we made emotional eye contact with a few strangers who are now basically family.
It was sweaty, sassy, slightly chaotic, and absolutely perfect. The kind of night you don’t just remember—you feel it in your sunburn and your sore feet the next day.
Would we do it again? In a heartbeat. Next time, we’re bringing SPF 100, a gallon of aloe, and maybe a portable fan that mists. Because we may be country concert girls, but I am also over 30 and heat-sensitive.
Until next time, Miami. And thank you, Morgan Wallen, for the memories, the music, and the mild dehydration.
