I have a 4-day weekend and decide to travel to Nashville for a music festival. After indulging in some very tasty Kiwi-Apple, RedBull with vodka mood enhancers, it was time to call the Uber and leave my hotel room to head for the show. Uber Driver Andy drops me off at the entrance. I exit the Toyota Prius with my shoulders back, my shirt un-bottoned 3 buttons down from the top, and get in line for the show. Feeling the strength of the RedBull and the courage of the Tito's vodka I start talking to everyone in line. I was into Juuling a lot around the time I met Mick, and was worried that the security nerds would take it away from me upon entrance of the festival. I turn around and spot the most gorgeous red head I have ever seen in my entire life. It was like I was staring at an eclipse. In the sense that if I stared too long it would mean trouble, but in this scenario, if I stared too long without talking she would have no problem going to the back of the line to avoid any communication with this strange man. I strike up a conversation with the red haired goddess by asking her if she thinks they will let me in with my Juul. After talking with her and hanging out with her for bit, we were getting ready to part ways to see the artists we came there to see. But I had to get her phone number first. I smoothly pull out my phone and asked for her number. I called her on the spot to let her know that that 619 area code number showing up on her phone wasn't just any weirdo, but her future weirdo. We parted ways and went on to enjoy the show. After a few hours I thought the show wasn't nearly as much fun as it was talking to Mick. So I call her up immediately in an attempt to meet up with her again. I found her at a Beer Festival with some of her friends and the rest is history. We fell in love that night and we never went back to that music festival again. -Trevor