A Kentucky "cultural" experience

When we first started "dating" and people would ask where Grant was from, I would promptly say, "Well his family lives in Kentucky, but he grew up in California." You're pretty much done growing when you're 9, right? My reasoning for doing this was obviously because of the picture that comes to mind when most people hear "Kentucky." I have since learned that it is not like that everywhere. Lexington is a fairly normal city, there is an occasional southern accent, a few cowboy boots, etc. but last night we got to experience first hand what that picture of Kentucky in your head really looks, smells and feels like!

We went to a Bluegrass concert in a "converted" barn. No smoking allowed except in the "lobby" (you will notice I'm using a lot of quotation marks in this post as everything is very relative) While brushing my teeth last night I realized my dry clean only Anthropologie sweater was totally infused with the smell of cigarette smoke. Luckily they only served Ale 8 so I didn't have beer spilled all over me or anything to make the stench that much worse!

Waiting for the concert to start...bring it on. Purple shirt men and IIIrd Tyme Out!

Kristen and I hanging out, trying to make Karrie and Al jealous that they aren't there. You know you would have rather been in a smoky barn with HCH and your sister, not in Hawaii (lame!)

The "regulars". They were requesting songs, have the CDs, "real" KY folk! haha.
The old men in purple shirts

Intermission (hey, they have to sell CDs too)

Striking a pose, not really sure why. High on the atmosphere I guess, drinking in all the redneckness that I could!

And finally, no night in a barn in Kentucky would be complete without one picture of a mullet. We tried ALL night to get one (he walked by very frequently-either had bowel issues or smoked a lot of cigarettes-but this is the best we did. His ponytail went half way down his back and Kristen could hardly keep her hands off him!

Welcome to Kentucky!