This past weekend was all about music.
And fun. And friends. And beer.
But mostly music.
Gloria and I have been sitting on these Blake Shelton tickets for ages and it was finally California country time!
We grabbed our cowboy boots, ice cold beer and hopped into my hemi powered American muscle Dodge sex machine (Technical name, of course. ) and had a boot stompin', cowboy lovin, two step dancing kind of time. A hell of a concert!
...Even if we may possibly have left early due to irresistible Mexican food cravings. That is neither here nor there, good people!
The next night . Ohhhh Independence Jam! Local San Diego radio station 94.9 put on a concert I would love to go to over and over again. There's a reason this show gets sold out every year, because it's the absolute tits!
So many up and coming rock bands it's impossible not to get caught up in this all out jamathon. (Totally a word).
My friends and I arrived late but managed to rock out to Walk the Moon, Bad Suns, and Phantogram. All of whom completely blew me away and had me jumping, screaming and sweating until the very end. Hell yeah.
Once the concert was done the fun people in the crowd ran out to the beach, stripped down to our bathing suits and plunged into the Pacific ocean for a late night swim/Splash fest. Not a bad way to spend a Sunday in September.
Have I mentioned I adore southern California? Ahhh music, sunsets and the ocean, what more can a girl ask for? ❤❤❤❤