Dirty Dancing at Frontier Days

Rachel tells her story:

Ross were living in Colorado Springs at the time. He surprised me with Tim McGraw tickets. He was performing at this state fair like thing in Cheyenne which was only a couple hours drive.

Then the week of the concert, he told me he invited Chandler to the concert as well.

Are you kidding me? You invited Chandler to my birthday concert?

“You don’t like Chandler?”

Not enough to celebrate my birthday with him.

He texted Chandler that he would have to drive to the concert by himself and we couldn’t carpool together.

Sorry. I didn’t want to spend my birthday with my husband, who would ignore me to get drunk with his best friend.

So Ross and I drove up to Wyoming, enjoyed the fair a little bit, and then entered the spot for the concert. Ross paid attention to me, and didn’t glance at his phone once even in the long lines. We were standing in the crowd waiting for the music to start when a familiar blonde man crashed through the crowd to get to us.

His smile was so big; it was obvious he had been drinking. “Hey I thought recognized you two. Happy birthday!”

He gave me an awkward high-five when a hug would’ve been appropriate. Maybe he saw the look on my eye when I spotted him. I did not want him to take all of Ross’s attention and make it a bros night.

“Do you need anything to drink?” He asked.

Ross asks for a Coors. His first drink all day. Oh lord. He was about to break the seal, then I would have to drive his drunk ass the three hours home.

What a great birthday.

When Chandler came back a few minutes later, he said, “Sorry bro. The line is ridiculously long.”

And my husband actually said that was cool. Then went the entire day and concert without a drink. It was a birthday miracle.

I hear the distinct sound of a can opening, and looked behind me to see Chandler opening one of those double-sized Coors Lights. When he saw me looking, he put his finger to his lips like it was a secret, then winked at me.

That rascal bought himself a beer and not my husband. Quite the thoughtful birthday present.

While he was near us, Chandler mostly kept to himself. Then a group behind us started being loud and rude right before Tim McGraw came on. These trashy kids coming down from the hills were ruining my night. I was hinting to Ross that we should relocate.

Chandler crushed his large can beneath his foot and said, “I got this. Don’t move. Consider this my gift to you.”

He turned around and started interacting and talking to the rowdy group behind us. The normally quiet friend who barely says a word to me has this entire group laughing.

What’s up with Chandler? When did he get charismatic?

“That’s how you know he’s drunk,” Ross explained.

So Tim McGraw started playing, and Ross stood behind me with his arms around me. Our hips swayed to the music.

Through the whole first song, I didn’t hear a peep from the raunchy group behind us. I snuck a peek around Ross to see what was happening.

Chandler was taking a drink from a flask that was handed to him by this college girl in a tight shirt and skirt. She pulled up her skirt to show him the spandex she was wearing underneath. They bent over laughing.

Who was this drunk Chandler, and why hadn’t I met him before?

A few songs later, I looked back and the girl was in front of him, shaking her ass on his crotch. Chandler just pumped his arms like it was the most normal things in the world. One of the guys leaned over and said something in his ear. Chandler yelled, “Hell yeah,” and high fived the guy.

Who was this random slut?

The next time I looked back, Chandler and the slut were straight making out.

The time after that his hands were all over her body as they danced. Like ass, boobs, and up her skirt, rubbing her spandex. It was so freaking trashy. God, they were almost having sex right there in the middle of this crowd!

But a little part of me wished Ross was treating me like that. Acting like there was no one else around. Desired me so much that he couldn’t keep his hands off my body. Every other guy wishing he could be him. Make them wished that they had a woman so sexy.

Chandler looked up and connected eyes with me. He smiled and gave a little wink. I turned back to the concert unexpectedly flustered.

Between the 1st and 2nd encore, I told Ross that Chandler was way too drunk and should’ve drive.

Ross shrugged, “He’ll be good. He’s a grown man. He’ll figure it out. Besides he made a new group of friends.”

That’s what I was wondered about. That girl was no good for Chandler. If he stayed with her, he was contracting an STD for sure.

The consequences of drunk driving were secondary in my mind.