third time’s the charm
i have had a rather complicated relationship with Sugarland. Twice i’ve tried to go see them. the first, i wrote about two years ago. it was like a third world refugee camp shit show. we left early since we didn’t feel safe among the horribly disgustingly drunk underaged rednecks waving confederate flags. the second time, well, let’s just say that country music concerts apparently start on time and we missed most of their performance. so this time, i made sure that not only were we there early (to sit through Danny Gokey and Jake Owen–both of which we will get to if y’all just give me a minute…or a day), but that we had seats in the pavilion and not in that dust bowl cousin’ fuckin’ orgy they call call a “lawn”.
but unfortunately, this story must wait as it’s really late and i’m tired. just know that i will be writing about a two toed lesbian.
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