Sugarland Cancels

"I can't believe Sugarland cancelled!" exclaims Cowgirl, at Momo's, a restaurant/ bar just outside AT&T Park, San Francisco. That day, however, Momo's was mostly a bar.

"What!?" I say eavesdropping.

"Sugarland cancelled," says Cowgirl. "They aren't playing tonight."

"But that's the only reason I came," I whine.

"Me, too," says Cowgirl.

I could tell she was a little more invested in the whole Sugarland thing, by her cowboy boots and cowboy hat. And she was pissed!

We some how managed to order some food from the elbow room only, hopping bar. Then we invited ourselves to sit down with a champagne sipping, strawberry dipping, oyster eating foreigner because there weren't any empty tables.

I ate my entire Chicken Caesar Salad before getting on my NotAn Iphone to confirm Sugarland's cancellation.

I searched Google. Nothing.

I searched twitter, Something. And that's why I LOVE!!!!!! twitter. Twitter is what's happening now and it would be great if all the porno spammers would die, metaphorically speaking, anyways.

Basically, someone tweeted Sugarland cancelled and he wondered if they stayed out too late watching Harry Potter the night before.

I kept my hopes up, telling myself, "maybe it's not true." However, on Friday, the day before the concert, I was NOT motivated to go.

"I'm so over the concert," I say to Stefan.

Then Friday, I wondered to myself, "how is Jennifer Nettles' voice?"

Apparently, not well.

When we first heard the rumor, Stefan wanted to give our tickets away to our friend, but for $300 I was gonna get a show, with, our without, Sugarland. We were about to walk in when we saw a sign posted:

Sugarland will not be performing today. Jennifer Nettles lost her voice in the recording studio.

Kenny, Miranda, and Lady Antebellum will perform extended sets.

Refunds at Giants Box Office Lobby until 8:45PM prior to Kenny's set.

It took us less than 5 minutes to discuss getting a refund, and get in the refund line. As we stood in line, which wasn't long, my mind wandered over to the Emerald City.



"Hey let's go see Wicked!" I say to Stefan.

"Okay!" he says.

We caught a cab over to the Orpheum theater, debated signing up for the Wicked lottery. The lottery winner gets to purchase $25 seats, with obstructed views.

We opted for the 99 dollar tickets in the Mezzanine. Then we walked to Westfield Mall to whittle away the three hours until showtime. We prayed we wouldn't get caught in some one's crossfire, all the way there. We are not city folk, that's for sure.

"Maybe we should take a cab back," suggests Stefan, of the 10 minute walk back to the theater.

We opted for walking back to the theater, on the opposite side of the street, which for some odd reason had much less hoodlum traffic galloping about, giving onlookers free CRACK peep shows.

We made it back to the theater alive.

Wicked was even better the second time around. I only cried a few times, and it wasn't as emotionally intense for me, so, I enjoyed it much more.

In fact, I am happy Sugarland cancelled. And so is Stefan. Though, Jennifer Nettles, may want to get an understudy, for those days when her voice needs a rest.

Someday, I may even write a review of Wicked, but it's a fabulous show from the music, to the singing, to the choreography, to the sets down to the costumes. And that pretty much sums it up.