It was Tuesday night and I was mindlessly scrolling through Twitter per my nightly bedtime routine. I happened to notice Darius Rucker had tweeted he planned to do a pop up concert tomorrow-somewhere in Charleston-with no details revealed till the next morning at 9am on Twitter only. Immediately I turned to Rich and declared I had to go. I knew nothing about the qualifications to get in, and frankly my declaration may have seemed impossible, but as a girl who has snuck gotten herself into any concert she's ever wanted to go to, I knew I was blessed with the skills for the task.
The next morning at 9am, I set an alarm on my phone to remind me to check Twitter as any 21st century social media queen would do, Darius his marketing team posing as Darius, revealed they would be giving tickets out at 11am on the Cistern Yard. Well, that just worked out perfectly now didn't it. Now, all I had to do was get in line. I decided to go see what the line was looking like, and thankfully it was reasonable at that time. Somehow by the grace of the ticketing goddesses, I was one of the lucky people who received a CMT instant jam wristband, which got me into the show that night at the Windjammer.
