Experiencing Augusta, GA
Feb-15,2007 Filed in: WRITINGS
When
traveling with Jill, I occasionally find myself at
women’s conferences. They aren’t as bad for a guy
like me as they might sound. I usually get a lot of
attention because other than the sound guy, I am
typically the only male there. Jill and I had just
finished a women’s retreat in Texas when we were
headed to another one in Augusta, GA. On the little
show sheet our booking agent gave us, I saw that Lisa
Harper (one of our favorites) was speaking. I knew we
would have fun. Then I saw that the name of the
conference was Chicks Gone Wild. The only thing that
bothered me about the name was the thought of having
to tell any of my friends I was at a Chicks Gone Wild
conference. Little did I know that would not be the
most humiliating aspect of the weekend.
Once we got to the venue, Jill went up to the room to rest a bit while I went to set up the guitars and get ready for a sound check. I saw Jenny Lou, the lady who was helping put on the event for their church, whom I had met a few years back on the Selah Christmas Tour. She showed me which room the conference was in and I carried our guitars in slowly. There was a simple stage set up on one end of the room. I quickly noticed the unusual decor. There were fake palm trees on either end with a rope for a clothesline spanning from one tree to the other. On this “clothesline” hung some interesting garments including one brown thong. I realized quickly that the humiliation from telling my friends about a Chicks Gone Wild conference was nothing compared to actually having perform in front of a thong. I sure hope it was a new one.
I do have to say that I liked the folks so much that I would play in front of that thong again for them anytime. Just don’t tell anyone.
Once we got to the venue, Jill went up to the room to rest a bit while I went to set up the guitars and get ready for a sound check. I saw Jenny Lou, the lady who was helping put on the event for their church, whom I had met a few years back on the Selah Christmas Tour. She showed me which room the conference was in and I carried our guitars in slowly. There was a simple stage set up on one end of the room. I quickly noticed the unusual decor. There were fake palm trees on either end with a rope for a clothesline spanning from one tree to the other. On this “clothesline” hung some interesting garments including one brown thong. I realized quickly that the humiliation from telling my friends about a Chicks Gone Wild conference was nothing compared to actually having perform in front of a thong. I sure hope it was a new one.
I do have to say that I liked the folks so much that I would play in front of that thong again for them anytime. Just don’t tell anyone.