4 bottles of Jack in my boots.

Hey there. I guess I should start this out by saying that not only is one of my very besticals probably never coming back to blogging, but I probably won't either.

Go here to read about why my girl Samilicious won't be returning to blog-ville.

Now, as far as my story goes? Allow me to paint a vivid picture of my weekend for you.

It started as innocent as a Saturday could be. And by innocent I mean purchasing enough Jack Daniels for Luke Bryan's entire tour bus. And by entire tour bus I mean just me and him.

Oh, and Fireball. Because it's not a Saturday without shots of Fireball.

I put on my favorite plaid shirt and boots, shoved as many mini liquor bottles in them as I could fit, and headed out to what I thought was just an innocent night at a country concert. You know, day drinking, singing at the top of my lungs and the most carefree dancing one can perform in a public setting.

I may or may not have tried to figure out ways to sneak the dogs to the concert with me.

Fun fact: I can successfully fit 4 mini bottles of Jack Daniels in my boots.

On the way to the concert I ran in to my sweet friend Kate and we took some shots of Fireball Whiskey. Standard. For both of us.

I was feeling pretty good, just making my way to the show, when I ran in to a man who looked a lot like Luke Bryan. He had the brightest white smile, his hair was just perfect and I swear his accent resembled what I imagine angels sound like. He asked me if I was headed to the show to which I looked up and down at my outfit and clearly told him of course I was.

Turns out, the sexy Luke Bryan look-a-like wasn't a look-a-like, he was the actual Luke Bryan and once he smelled the Fireball whiskey on me he invited me to his tour bus. He ended up canceling his set that night to spend the rest of the evening with me and it was like a dream.

The next morning I woke up in his tour bus (oops... hey, you would have too.). When I opened my eyes that sexy country man was on one knee and said some of the sweetest words to me. Before I knew it I had a ring on my finger and was doodling Mrs. Whitney Bryan on a leftover bar receipt I found in my purse. I didn't even care if I still had my debt card or what the tabs from the night before equated to. My life was officially changed forever.

Sunday afternoon we had our engagement photos taken. I think they turned out phenomenally. What do you think?

It really was such a great weekend and trust me, I'm just as in shock as you all are. Like I said, I'm not sure if continuing this blogging thing is in my cards... Lukey (that's my pet name for him) wants me to go on the rest of the tour with him, so you can imagine how busy I'm going to be. Obviously I don't want to abandon my sweet interwebz space but just look at that sexy smile. I can't say no to it, you know?

I really just hope Adam Levine doesn't take this news too badly, I know he's been planning on putting a ring on this for a hot minute now. Obviously Beyonce said it best. If you like it, put a ring on that shit. Sorry, Adam!