In the closing days of September there's nothing better to do with your time then to go see an outdoor concert before you bring out the faux fur for the winter. I went with my mother and was regaled by the number of 16 year olds in my life who did not know who Sheryl Crow is.
This is my second time seeing her and she didn't support. I was sprayed out on my blanket, surrounded by a sea of nice white people. People had their glasses of wine and their fold out lawn chairs. Some had their Fritos and ranch dip. It was truly a sophisticated affair.