I got to see a concert tonight from the front row. I felt just like Bob Ucker from those old commercials where he thinks he’s getting moved up to the good seats but ends up in the nosebleeds. Except in my case I really was in the front row.

Lori McKenna is one of my favorite singer-songwriters. I’ve probably seen her five times. Every time is stellar — whether it’s just her and a guitar or her with a full band.

There’s something magical about being in downtown Nashville when it’s a bustling weekend (but not too crowded). I lost count of how many party buses and pedal taverns I saw rolling around tonight. I still haven’t figured out how someone doesn’t fall off the back of one of those pedal taverns. I imagine that would hurt.

Lori was in top form as usual. The opening act (whose name I can’t remember) was also fantastic. Being in the front row was amazing.

But all of that made me tired and I need my sleep, so I’m calling it a night with much thankfulness in my heart and no ungrateful bones in my body.