“Welcome to Seattle!” exclaimed a stumbling drunk guy. “I like your cow girl get up.” “Uh thanks, but I’m actually from Capitol Hill,” I explained. While I was born and raised in the land of the hipsters, I felt that I should dress the part for my first country music experience. The Sun City Carnival Kenny Chesney Tour 2009 had me donning cowboy boots, cut-offs and a country plaid button-up.”Oh I’m form Capitol Hill too! Were you at Block Party? It was crazy…” rambled the hipster. “Want me to get a pic of you and Kenny Chesney over there [referring to my cowboy hat donning date]?”After reviewing the picture we found that Capitol hill man had aimed wonderfully and gotten a great picture of my date and my knees. It will serve as the perfect way to remember my first time. I’ll give you all the juicy details after the jump.I had never ever been to an all-out huge country rock concert. Little did I know as I wandered through Pioneer Square towards Qwest Stadium, I was headed for the most country I had ever seen.I have always been a fan of Kenny, but before the four and a half hours I spent waiting for him to come on, I wasn’t the biggest country fan. The Sun City Carnival changed that. It started with Lady Antebellum – who we missed half of, – Miranda Lambert, Montgomery Gentry and Sugarland. My date thought Miranda Lambert was hot. I thought she was super high energy and worked hard to interact and engage the crowd. She even sat on the edge of the stage and crooned to a few dotting fans. Montgomery Gentry was a little too rockus for my taste (and what was Eddie wearing?). However, they showed me a rockin’ side of country I hadn’t experienced before. Sugarland were enthusiastic performers, but so much so that at times I thought Jennifer was having some sort of religious experience. Over time they became much more exciting and less overbearing.While I appreciate the performers who become intensely enraptured in their music (and themselves) I rather prefer the ones who are down to party. And that is just what Kenny did. At 9:30 p.m. he sailed in above the crowd in a floating chair contraption and created what could be rather daunting: one giant country party in the middle of one of the more liberal un-country cities in the US. However, I was most likely the only person in attendance from Seattle. Proof: the cheers for the Seahawks, “our troops,” and “all you rednecks” out numbered those for “all you Seattle fans.” Our concert neighbors from, Bellingham, Pullman, Blaine and Mukkelteo, didn’t even hail from King County. If Kenny taught me one thing it was, no granola, no grunge, no problem. Even though you can’t quite take the liberal Seattle out of me, I certainly gained a greater appreciation for the raw emotion and zest that embodied this 8-hour country extravaganza.