In the last 48 hours, I have received three basic questions in the form of email, texts and late night calls:

1. How in the world did you end up going to the CMA’s?

2. Who the heck is Trey?

3. YOU WENT ON A DATE?!?!?

Allow me to explain.

I ended up going to the awards because my dad works in the music industry and offered to send me two tickets to the event. Trey, whom you all have met here, here, here and here, was very excited when I called to offer him a spot and, after further discussion, we decided that we should make the night a date based on the following reasons:

1. We were getting dressed up.

2. Neither of us have been on a date in awhile.

3. We are obviously meant to be together. Forever. Or, you know, for at least that night.

We left Cleveland late that afternoon and headed straight towards Nashville. It took us about three hours to get there and can I just tell you that we did not run out of things to talk about for even one little minute? We actually made a list of things we have in common and it is my duty to inform you that our mutual love of big hair was just one of many items on our list.

We stopped right outside of Nashville so we could get some dinner because, hello, there is nothing classier than having dinner at McDonald’s before you go to the CMA’s.

The only thing classier than chicken nuggets and semi-formal dress? Putting your semi-formal dress on in the McDonald’s bathroom.

While I was in the bathroom, I touched up my make-up and put my hair in a messy bun — listen, it was the best I could do in the McDonald’s bathroom, y’all. But when I came walking out, Trey was on the phone with his mama and he just kind of looked at me and said “Mom, I’ve got to go.” And then he said “Your hair looks amazing.” AND I ALMOST PASSED OUT RIGHT THEN.

Now that we know he likes my hair, I need your help with figuring out a solution to the obvious question that is on all of our minds this morning: in the words of Beyoncé, exactly how do we get Trey to put a ring on it with “it” being my ring finger, but of course?

We finally arrive in downtown Nashville and, after finding a parking spot, headed towards Sommet Center for the show with our golden tickets in hand.

Trey, looking incredulous when I asked him if he was excited or not.

We only had to walk a block to the center but I’ll have you know that your boy Trey said “Would you like to hold onto my arm?” BECAUSE HE IS A GENTLEMAN, THAT’S WHY.

And then, suddenly, we were there.

That’s Flat Stanley with Trey. One of my college roommates is an elementary school teacher and sent Flat (he and I are on a first-name basis now) so that I could take him on some adventures and document it for her class. Shannon, I’m sorry that Flat is a little late in coming back to you but, listen, he’s been busy attending award shows and such. He’ll be on his way to West Tennessee soon, promise.

I’m not going to post pictures from the actual show seeing as you’re not actually supposed to do that, but let me tell you this: we had AMAZING seats! We were in the front row of the Club Section — which meant we could see everything! It was an amazing show to say the least. My favorite performances were Fifteen by Taylor Swift and the Zac Brown Band’s amazing cover of Devil Went Down to Georgia.

Trey, on the other hand, was more impressed by the fact that the Judd’s were there to present an award and, if you think I’m joking, check out this photo of him calling his mom to tell her they were on stage.

We happened to stop at a gas station on our way home and, whilst waiting for the gas to pump, made a video for y’all. It was supposed to be interview style but I suddenly decided we should sing and, well, I’d just like to go ahead and apologize for what you’re about to hear.

Things I would like to note about the video you just viewed:

1. How hilarious is Trey’s opening little segment about the backseat of my car? For the record, I had NO idea he was going to say that, which would explain why I almost dropped the camera in the parking lot because I was laughing so hard.

2. This is what happens when I’m up past 1 a.m. What can I say? I go wild.

3. The woman’s voice that you hear in the background was the gas station attendant who came outside and yelled something about Taylor Swift being in her parking lot. Again, what can I say? It’s awful to be recognized everywhere you go.

4. It turns out that the song I was attempting to sing there at the end is called “One in Every Crowd” by Montgomery Gentry. Once again, what can I say? There’s just one in every crowd that brings a party in the south.

And that night it just happened to be a couple of crazy kids in a gas station parking lot.