Your Arrival

As you and Andy pull into the driveway, you are shocked by the size of this party. It a freaking mansion!! It looks like its 4 stories, with probably close the 40 rooms, a Southern colonial style house painted egg shell white, but at the moment lit up like a Christmas tree.

"How'd you manage this?" You ask you friend as you continue to stare in awe of the giant house.

"I know a friend of the host." He casually replies, as though he's been to many of these parties before.

"Who's the host?" You excitedly ask.

"I don't know some country singer or manager, or someone." You friend says.

"Well, whoever they are, they host a kick ass party." You reply, eliciting a laugh from your friend.

"True." Andy agrees.

"Oh Shit man, look! It's Carrie Underwood!!" You practically scream at your friend.

"Huh! Look's like her husband has the same outfit as you!" Andy points out.

"Yeah, I guess he does. Hey how tall do you think he is?" You wonder, as an idea strikes you.

"I don't know, 6', 6'1" maybe; waaaiiiiit, you better not be thinking what I think you are." Andy cautions as he picks up on your idea.

"Look Andy," As you turn towards him, "We look the same, we're the same height, if i don't say anything, she won't be able to tell the difference!" you argue.

"But if she does tell the difference, you could get in serious trouble!" Andy defends.

"Whatever man, if I see the opportunity, then I'm gonna take it." You say, ending the conversation as you step out of the car.

Your friend clearly doesn't agree with the choice, but you make a fair point, and it's Carrie Underwood! So he let's you live your life, and you two depart once you enter the party.