Dad, you'll like this one. In fact, I kept saying that over and over again to Angie. Alas, the summer concert series at the Gallivan Center has come to an end (along with the summer). Sob. There goes my free music outside. But it went out with a wonderful spanish flare. A mix between old style mariachi and new great rock, of hispanic blooded cuties, and gringo ones, of a pretending to salsa Sarah, and a regular movin to the groovin one. I especially enjoyed the clapping. It always makes me sad when good clapping to the beat starts and then dies. Call me a sucker for audience participation, but I could clap all night. I just look and sound pretty silly when I'm clapping all by my lonesome.
I also like to hide behind Angie:Think of me as the female counterpart to Buster, very good at being neither seen nor heard.
Think of me as a thief. I totally stole this picture from Angie's blog.