Country Festival


I went to a country festival recently. I never listened to much country music, it just doesn’t do much for me. My girlfriend is big country fan though, so I agreed to drive 2 hours into the middle of nowhere to camp in the desert and listen to some guys sing about trucks. I was hesitant at first, but she said I could drink a lot of beer, so I said yes. 

When we got to the venue, we were instantly lost in a maze filled with thousands of dusty RVs and lifted Chevys. In the air I could smell Stetson and stale Keystone. Confederate flags hung everywhere. 

Kenny Chesney took the stage and the crowd of nearly 10,000 people went wild. Never in my life have I seen such a vast sea of drunk Caucasians. I searched for any minorities in the crowd. If there were any, I needed to warn them. They weren’t safe here. 

The music played, and the people drank and had a good time. As far as the eye could see, there were couples all doing that same weird swing dance were you squish together and pull apart a bunch of times. A girl walked past me and stopped dead in her tracks as though consumed by some supernatural force. She started slam dancing against the ground as though possessed, and then just stopped and kept walking. 

After the first set was done, the crowd did a strange thing. Instead of calling an encore by chanting “Kenny! Kenny!”, the crowd called out “U.S.A.! U.S.A.!”. I could practically hear Kenny getting rock hard from the patriotism. 

He came back out onto the stage, and what happened next took me by surprise. He said in to the microphone “It is time”, after which he and all the men in the audience removed their shirts to reveal the crosses tattoo’d on their bodies. As if it were a dream, each cross began to illuminate before a powerful beam of light shot violently (though gracefully) out of every one. They were all aimed at Kenny. He was engulfed in a field of energy and began to grow slowly into a giant being. Before I knew it he was ten stories tall. His eyes glowed blue as he finally spoke. 

“Now it is time, my children,” he said in a low, booming voice. “I have absorbed all of the energy you have generated through swing dancing and foot stomping. I am now the most powerful being in the universe.” 

“Hail Kenny!” Shouted the crowd, in unison.

“I must go back to Glarkon 6”, said the giant, “but I will soon return to retrieve you, and destroy this planet. Until then, make sure no more brown people get elected into office. You guys know better than that.”

With that, he lifted off the planet like a shuttle leaving earth. The ground shook as he launched. As he grew further and further into the atmosphere he shouted “LATER ALLIGATOR”, to which the crowd responded, again in unison, “Later alligator.”

Maisie and I raced back to our car and immediately drove home. I just wanted to take this time to warn you that the end is near, and it’s wearing a Cowboy Hat. Good luck everyone!