I know the title of this post makes it seem like it’s about some romantic anniversary or birthday. It’s not.
Well, it sort of is. But not with me and Mr. BUB. Me and Blake Shelton, obviously.
5 years ago, I won tickets to see Blake Shelton “up close and personal” at the KILT studios in Houston. I wasn’t a huge fan at the time, so I drug Mr. BUB with me to the studios to see ol Blakey play.
The only pictures I’d ever seen of Blake were of him with the long hair and I didn’t really find him attractive.
And then he walked in looking like this.
And all of a sudden, I was all red faced, tongue tied and stuttering.
And cursing myself for bringing my (at the time) boyfriend to meet the man of my dreams.
I all too willingly went to the front to take my picture with Blake.
We did a prom pose for the picture.
But you won’t find a picture here. Because despite their promises, KILT never sent it.
I’ve sent email after email, begging and harassing them for the pictures and have gotten no response.
Oh- and when telling this story to friends over the weekend, they asked one question: Who’s taller, Blake or Mr. BUB?
The answer: Mr. BUB. Blake is 6’5″. Mr. BUB is 6’9″. So there you have it.
I don’t know if I wrote this post to relive my memories with Blake. Or to stare at pictures of him. Or to call KILT out publicly and hope they’ll send me my picture (for real. Send them!). But let’s be honest- those are all valid reasons, right?