My last night of my 20's was spent with Dave Matthews Band at Oak Mountain Ampitheatre. It wasn't no Widespread, Tom Petty, or Crue, but grooving to "Jimi Thing" and ending with "Ants Marching" was pretty cool :)
Good ol' Alan was my "date" for the night and I officially turned 30 on Highway 31 in Homewood, on our way to Nana Funks for a celebratory birthday drink. As it turned out, 2 Good People Browns, 1 shot of Crown, and 1 Royal Flush Shooter, all after midnight, but with a comfortably full stomach, did not for a good birthday make. Talk about a hangover! (The slice from, er, Slice, and the hot dog with grilled onions from Paul's hot dog stand were amaze-balls, BTW.)
