Sugarland 8/26 Shoreline Amphitheater

Kristian Bush accompanied Vonda Shepard on a couple of songs.


"We just saw Sugarland in July," complains Hubby. "Why are we going again?"

"Honey, besides new surfboards and wetsuits and lots of crazy, wild, zombie love, what do I ask for?" I point out.

"Oh, okay," agrees Hubby.

I felt a little bad dragging him to another Sugarland concert. But I really wanted to see Sugarland up close. There's no point in going to anymore Sugarland concerts if I can't see Jennifer Nettle's theatrical facial expressions with my own eyes. I'd be missing half the show.

But when we got to our seats he changed his song.

"Woah!" says Hubby. "This is AWESOME!"

Phew.

Now on to the concert. First of all, Shoreline Amphitheater is the best venue I have ever been to. Each row from the stage steps up a level, so even if the person in front of me is taller, I can still see.

"On my way to the bathroom, I saw a seven and half feet tall guy!" says Hubby.

"Really?" I say.

I hope he's not sitting in front of me, the steps aren't that high.

Second, the show opener, Vonda Shepard, is one of my all time favorite singers. Internet, you may remember her from the groundbreaking show, Ally McBeal, where characters often thought and acted out in song. I was fairly obsessed with the show. My dog's name is Ally McDog. By the way, never ever name a pet after a neurotic fictional character.

Anyways, seeing her live was amazing, and especially being with The Huz because so many of her songs remind me of him.



I'm sure I was the only person crying in the audience listening to her songs, and maybe one of the only person who knew who she was.

"So have you figured out who that is on the stage?" asks the woman seated next to us.

"Yeah, she did practically all the music on Ally McBeal," I say. "I have all her cd's. I love her!"

"Oh right, Ally McBeal, the show with the unisex bathrooms," says the woman seated next to us.



At one point, during Vonda Shepard's performance, I shout, "Oh my gosh there's Jennifer Nettles!"

"That's not Jennifer Nettles, that's an old woman," says Hubby.



"Well how old do you think she is?" I ask.

"Fifty-five," answers Hubby.

"Uh, honey we're gonna be 55 before you know it," I say.

"Yeah, and when I'm 55 I'm going to call myself an old man," says Hubby.
Well, leave me out of that party, please.

About five minutes later, the ladies seated next to us say, "There's Jennifer Nettles!"

"No it's not," I say. "But she kind of looks like Suze Orman doesn't she? I think it's her. My friend saw her in San Francisco, so I think she lives around here."

"So you think that's Suze Orman?" ask the ladies.

"Yeah," I say. "Or maybe it's Jennifer Nettle's Mom."

"Totally," agree the ladies.

To be continued...............