Brothers of the Sun/Sisters of the Sandbar.

Myself and seven gal pals were able to go see a couple of brothers of the sun the other evening. 

One of the ladies felt that such an evening called for a limo and used her car company connections to score us one for the evening.
She was so right... nothing says big fancy limo more than eight women in hats and boots.
We felt very cool and important and all remembered to pose hand on hip, like our prom-going daughters.

Who are the brothers of the sun, you may ask?

This is the first brother...Tim McGraw.

Please note the tighty whitey jeans... they quickly became the most discussed point of the evening.

This is the other brother of the sun... Kenny Chesney, who was fabulous in his own right, but alas- his jeans were not nearly as epic. 

 

 We were lucky enough to have seats in the area the tour called the "sandbar" which meant that you had no seats, but a super amazing up close and personal spot, close to the stage to enjoy the show.

It wasn't long before we all became Sisters of the Sandbar.

 

 We were so close in fact, that we felt like those brothers of the sun were singing directly to us... so many of the songs had great lyrics that resonated with us sisters...

She Thinks My Tractor's Sexy

No Shirt, No Shoes, No Problem

and our personal favorite

Truck Yeah!

They were all poignant and lovely songs and we felt like they spoke to our soul just as much as did those white jeans. 

 

The night turned a little woodstocky when Tim McGraw was rudely interrupted by a dramatic thundershower.  A severe storm rolled in and the sisters of the sandbar were directed behind the stage and into the stadium to wait out the storm, where we had a celebrity sighting.

The entire crowd from the sandbar was responsibly marching into the safety of the stadium when one of our sisters peels away from the crowd and toward the backstage trailers. Apparently she had spotted Brett Michaels and need to go pay a visit. I wasn't aware that Brett had diabetes, but Kate sure did, and when she flashed her insulin pump there was an immediate connection... he called out to her...

Hey Babygirl, I know how it feels, I know how it feels....

They shared a beautiful moment...

I wanted to photographically capture that experience for Kate's scrapbook, but sadly, the severe thunderstorm was too much to my camera to function. I guess that she will just have to imagine herself and Brett in diabetic solidarity, as the rain poured down around them.

 Then we continued on our way to the shelter of the stadium where we calmed down, waited for the storm to pass and looked for a ladies room.

We had a lot to go over... Kate's new relationship with Brett, life in the sandbar and of course Tim's white jeans. We were still in discussion when the storm cleared and Tim was back on stage in full swagger, pointin' and singin' as is his habit.

 After Tim's set, Kenny took over the stage and had his own dynamic sensibility... he was fun and very energetic. The sisters of the sandbar loved Kenny's adorable and hyper little self.

 

 Then the special surprise guest, Brett Michaels (which was not a surprise to us) joined Kenny and Grace Potter (of Nocturnals fame) on stage and we all felt a certain kinship with him since he and Kate shared that moment in the rain.

Both brothers of the sun and their special guests ended the show by covering Jackson Browne's Running on Empty.
It was a mighty fine ending of a night full of fancy wheels, great friends, a short but dramatic thunderstorm, and fun and energetic music. 

A most perfect summer night.

As Tim McGraw
(and the sisters of the sandbar)
would say... 

Truck, Yeah!