|I don't own a baseball cap, so this was the best I could do.|
Things like balloon animals happened (somewhat terrifying), and a lot of food. And then music. Or what passes for music in this part of the world.
The above isn't music, it's me being held against . . . my will. Here is a picture from the first act:
|They were called "Lifehouse."|
Had heard a bit of their music on The American's iPod thingy.
And after that:
|This one's name was Jennifer Hudson.|
Not terribly interesting until she did the Whitney Houston medley.
(What? No, John, I don't want to dance with you. Why would I?)
After much sun and heat and ever more food, we went inside. Where there were ball park-type things like:
(Yes, John, a lot of balls.)