Concert

Plant/Krauss was good last night, but we discovered to our chagrin that paying for good seats does not ensure that you will be seated far away from drunken loud morons. The woman sitting directly behind me was very drunk, and a VERY BIG FAN of EVERY SONG. The words she knew, she sang loudly. The ones she didn't, she replaced with shrill screams of approval. She also kept staggering down to the front, begging security to PLeeeeEEEEEase let her dance there at the front of the stage. They kept turning her away, although I KNOW everyone in our section was rooting for her to be allowed to be there. Or anywhere other than our section. Fortunately, she made numerous trips to pee and buy more liquor. We enjoyed every second of her absence.

Her boyfriend was wearing a leather vest, and I think we can all resolve that unless you're in Sturgis with 75,000 of your closest friends, there is NO excuse for that kind of sartorial flair.

Alison Krauss? Girl can sing.