Last night we went to see Sugarland, which was boss* because Jennifer Nettles is only my favorite singer since, like, forever, except of course for Shakira.

We had great seats, unexpectedly, since we thought we would be way in the back as usual, but instead we were like 10 feet from the stage among the very rich, and very excited, and very drunk (and also some elderly and dozing) set of fans.

And when I wasn’t being knocked in the head by the flailing arms of my enthusiastic seat neighbor, I broke it down. It was a grizzeat show.

Also, I would like to mention that I am impressed by the clothes that country stars get to wear. Particularly cowboy boots, the purchase of which I think will be my third and probably final** capitulation to Southwest Virginia culture.

Because after cowboy boots, what else is left? Cowboy boots are the final frontier, except for rhinestone belt buckles which I think even country stars do not wear off stage.

*this is a slang term I am popularizing via my groundbreaking blog
** 1st capitulation: listening to country music
2nd capitulation: purchase of climate killing 4WD vehicle and obsession therewith