Where's my Daisy Dukes?

I am sure they were burned 3 decades ago!   

Way back in November, at our annual Turkey Fry, after a few of us had enjoyed a bit of wine,  my sisters, a few of our girl cousins and I  decided we were going to see Kenny Chesney when he came to town this summer.  Oh, we had a ball talking about what we would wear (cowboy hats and boots, short, short cut off jeans and belly shirts!) and  what we would do (start partying at noon, embarrass our children and show up at their tail gate parties and dance in the aisles).   So, when January came around and the tickets went on sale, my sister decided she was going to buy the tickets and we were going to make good on our mildly drunken decision and go to the Kenny Chesney concert.
Well, guess what?
It's tomorrow night.

Lock up your children!
Draw the shades! 
Save yourselves!
It might not be pretty.....