Due to the recession I had to let my tap dancer go...

The weepies came to town. The excitement was out of control. If I only knew what my weekend had in store for me. The night was young, so was Braymee Allen. We were ready to go out and paint the town. So we did. Weepies style. We were in line early(good move). We were sure to get t-shirt buying, potty breaks, and such out of the way.

Then it all began. Our lives changed, and so did our priorities. Meeting The Weepies outside was probably one of the best things that could have happened. It was meant to be.

The decision was made. We, Braymee Allen in full, were going to Denver. ENDLESS amounts of fun. 16 hours of driving time in el Jeep, 8 epic hours in the sumptuous town of Denver

This trip couldn't have gone any better if we had planned it. Because we really didn't. That is what made it so perfect. Arriving in Denver we changed, made some necessary pit stops. Arrived at the beautiful venue and once again got in line early(good call). Upon arrival we picked up our tickets. The excitement was unmeasurable. Unexplainable.

Once inside the excitement built again. I thought it might not be as exciting the second time. I was wrong. It was more exciting. I knew what I was in for, I knew it was good. Meeting them outside for the second time was even better. The hugs and genuine conversation we had with them made them even more amazing.

Then the drive home began. I wasn't much help. But it was scary. The first snow storm of the season. It slowed us down, but it didn't take away any excitement we had for the weekend. We have all agreed it is next to impossible to describe the concert and the entire weekend. Mind-blowing, jaw dropping, awesome, awe-inspiring, sensational, remarkable, spectacular, stupendous, phenomenal, incredible. EPIC! God bless The Weepies.