Yup, hell froze over, part deux

Yesterday morning, I got a call from my mother in which she explained that her sister (aka my aunt, "Dosy") wanted to know if husband and I wanted some tickets to the Rascal Flatts concert that evening. In a suite. For free. Now really, how could we turn that offer down? I will reiterate what I wrote when we saw them last year, that they put on one heck of a show and are really respectful and grateful to their fans. Plus, how can you not an enjoy a concert sitting in the front row of a suite eating an ice cream bar? With your own private bathroom? It's impossible, really.

Thanks Guba and Dosy for the tickets. We had lots and lots and lots of fun! :)