Another weekend is in the books! This past weekend was just as busy as the one before, and let’s just say it has taken it out of me. These weekends keep kicking my butt, but I know it’s not because I’m getting old, it’s just … umm … the weather.

Luckily, fall should be here soon and all will be well, right? Hopefully no more 100 F. weekends and hurricanes! I need highs in the 60s and a light jacket. Until then, I’ll just keep dreaming and collecting gossip!

Better go to Church
Eric Church played this past Saturday night at The Wharf in Orange Beach, and there is still so much buzz about the sold-out show. Needless to say, it closed out the summer concerts at The Wharf with a bang!

Ashley McBryde opened, and Boozie is going to go ahead and say it: If you haven’t heard of her, look her up now because she is bad*ss! I mean, hello, Eric Church picked her to open for him on this tour. Not to mention the fact one of her songs goes to show you can meet your future spouse at a bar. My kind of style!

Then Brothers Osborne played, and they didn’t disappoint either! John Osborne had a three-minute guitar solo. For some it was awesome, but Boozie’s spy thought it should have been saved for Guitar Hero.

Like his openers, Eric Church was amazing. I know my spies say every concert at The Wharf was the best show ever, but I think it’s safe to say this one was the best! My spy said it was great, and this was her second concert in three days, so she knows.

The heat had everyone drinking. Eric even chugged a miniature at one point! And he commented that it was “hot as hell,” which was no joke, everyone was sweating. One guy’s shirt was so drenched it looked like he’d jumped in a pool. Gross, but can’t blame him.

Drinking wasn’t the only fun being had. At one point a naked blow-up doll resembling Eric started to appear. The doll had short hair, a guitar and a drink in his hand. I guess, “All I need is a drink in my hand” was taken seriously, and that’s why the doll was missing clothes?

Anyways, as the doll made its way toward the front, it caught Eric’s eye. He tried not to laugh and keep singing, but by the time the doll was at the front of the crowd he was laughing. He brought the doll onstage and kept singing, but turned to check on it a few times. Finally, he decided to address it, saying something along the lines of he’s been a lot of places but this was weird. “You Alabama people are weird.” What Boozie wants to know is how in the world did that doll make it into the amphitheater?

Just when you thought the concert couldn’t get any better, Eric invited Brothers Osborne and Ashley McBryde to the stage to join him for a song. Before starting, Eric and Ashley each took a swig of straight whiskey, yikes. Then they all sang “Proud Mary.” For those of you who don’t know, that’s the same song as “Rolling on the River.” Don’t feel bad if you didn’t know, I had to look up “Proud Mary.” Anyways they killed it, Tina would be proud!

The concert wrapped up around 1 a.m. and for those who were able, it was off to Flora-Bama!

Flora-Bama lovin’
Boozie’s weekend was busy too. I had a wedding and while nothing crazy happened at the beautiful reception, the Flora-Bama provided plenty of entertainment! The wedding was early, so we were kinda early to the Bama but that didn’t matter, it was still hopping! First order of business was a bushwacker! While walking to the closest bar, a girl suddenly trips and falls. It was a little early to be that drunk but no one was judging.

Then, while in line at one of the outside bars, Boozie spots a roach! I quietly say “roach” to not scare the girl it’s running toward, and a guy hears me and stomps it dead. He must be used to being the bug killer because he didn’t think twice, and meanwhile I was about to run!

The night is going well, it’s cooled off a little, bands are playing when suddenly I get an extra cooldown. A girl has thrown her drink and who does the liquid land on? ME! I turn around with a death glare. She claimed it was an accident and she was trying to throw her drink away. I give her the benefit of the doubt (I was standing next to the trash can) and decide it’s time to move on.

We head inside to the AC but things were getting steamy in there! As soon as we walk into the room with the pool tables, we see a couple making out. This isn’t just a little kissing, the guy is holding her while her legs are wrapped around him, and they are going to town making out. Boozie is in shock, and I wasn’t the only one; most other people in the bar had the same “what the heck?” expression on their faces. It was a sight to see.

After a few more drinks and one cop chasing someone down, I decided it was time to head across the street to Waffle House. I hope things never change at Flora-Bama because that place never disappoints!

Well, kids, that’s all I’ve got this week. Just remember, whether rain or shine, dramatic or scandalous, or just some plain ol’ Eric Church blow-up doll lovin’, I will be there. Ciao!