Another Great One!

Bobby, the absolutely awesome ticket snagger, once again came through and got us SUPER seats for the Keith Urban/Sugarland concert. We were stag this go around but that didn't stop us from having a great time!The night started out with a little love her or hate her Jennifer Nettles. Her twangy singing sends some folks rolling their eyes and gagging but the Morgan's? We loved her! My only complaint is that she should've probably shaved her pits a little better before the concert....or maybe tried waxing them. Really. Even Bobby noticed her pits on the ginormous jumbo screens behind her onstage. That's okay. I know what a booger pit shaving can be. I'd still be her friend.

I will give her props on being energetic. She was all over that stage acting crazy. And for the record, if I can find a tank top with long fringies like that, I'm totally getting it. I would just wear it to Publix and stuff because you know there's not much else in this one horse town. I guess it could be a date night tank top........anywho.

She sang a little ditty called "Nightswimming" that was both a little strange and mesmerizing all at the same time. Bubbles everywhere, sequined red swim cap, big umbrella, blue backlighting. I was in a trance. Overall I thought they were great. But inquiring minds (mine and Bobby's) want to know: Are they a couple? BFF's? A couple that denies they're a couple but secretly share the same tour bus? Friends that just say they're friends but they accidentally kissed back in 2002 and now it's hush hush and a little awkward at times?? Hmmmm. So many questions.

After Sugarland we had a brief stage-changing intermission and I had a nice lady that didn't seem too intoxicated to safely handle my camera take a quick pic.

And here's the Big Time : Keith Urban. Wowzer. The only thing better than watching Keith Urban or Brad Paisley play the guitar would be to see Brad Paisley AND Keith Urban playing guitar TOGETHER. Why hasn't someone thought of that? I'm writing their managers today.

Bobby would want me to tell you that he took a majority of the pictures. So, I'm going to keep it real and let you know.....Bobby took alot of these pictures. We are both particularly fond of this one. It has an aura of coolness to it. If it weren't weird we'd have it made into a poster and pin it on our wall with a thumbtack like a middleschooler. But it is weird.....so we're not.

We could get some awesome shots from our 14th row seats. I ran out of my seat a couple times to get a better view. It supposedly was allowed but the bouncer guy made us show him our tickets and made me feel like I had broken the rules. So from then on I just stayed in my seat area like a good concert attendee. Did you know that in a span of about 2 hours you can shoot about 872 pictures of Keith Urban? Me neither. But you can.

You want to know who wasn't a good concert attendee? Well, other than that guy that got thrown out right at the beginning there was one other.... Ol' Granny. Keith was crazy enough to run off the stage down the aisles playing his guitar (RIGHT beside us THREE times I might add) and just look at Ol' Granny. She completely mauled him. I'm not joking. Once he ran by her his shirt was off his shoulder. The back of the blonde you can see in the pic got pushed by one of the bodyguard people and she fell right into me and almost knocked me down. No lie. I never knew a country concert could turn so violent!

This is how close we got. It all happened so quickly though that I'm glad I have snapshots to remember it by. My brain can barely remember what I did yesterday so things that only last a millisecond don't even get a chance to be registered.

Confetti shot out everywhere at the end of the show and this time I was able to get my camera out and capture a bit of it.

Something about this next pic I just really like- cool vantage point, Keith with his guitar, the crowd, the colors from the confetti and the lighting- I just like it.






Here's to checking off the list another great concert date night. There is nothing better than singing along as loud as you can without fear that someone might actually hear you, sitting in a seat close enough to see a celebrity sweat (which is yucky even when you're famous), and being the only sober people in a crowd full of drunks that think they can dance (I'm talking about you young man in row 12 that appeared to have an invisible person behind you performing the heimlich maneuver for over 2 hours). Good times!!