The outline in my head for today's blog says that I have three major things to discuss today. We'll see how that all works out.

Last night was the Leann Rimes/Kenny Chesney concert at CMAC in Canandaigua. If you've never been, the venue is beautiful. The sound is amazing. The architecture is appealing. The food is Dinosaur Bar B Que. No, I'm not kidding. (If you've never been to the Dino, you seriously need to get there.) I bought lawn seats and did not have the benefit of the cover, which proved to be an issue when it began to torrential downpour. What is it with rain and concerts this summer? Last week at John Mayer I got soaked, but was at least under cover. Anyway, I stayed for the show and it was pretty awesome.

I noticed at the John Mayer concert that I got really caught up in getting pictures and video and started to do something similar at the Chesney concert. At some point I realized that I just needed to be in the moment and enjoy the music, the rain that was soaking through my jeans, and all of the drunken idiots around me. So I tried. And for the most part I would say that I did pretty well. It stuns me how drunk people still get in public, and although I was never quite that bad I am glad that I am past that "stage." There were several girls who were wet, wearing short mini skirts, drunk, and rolling down the hill in the mud. One girl was so drunk she was laying in a ball in the mud yakking her guts out. How is that fun? And how about the middle aged guy who was taking advantage of a grab and touch on her wherever he could? Eventually, she did get up and continue to drink. Thank God. She could have become seriously dehydrated or something.

At the end of the show, Kenny played "She Thinks My Tractors Sexy," which is apparently a big time bra throwing song. Something like seven bras landed on the stage. The first three he picked up, showed to the audience and put over a microphone stand with a bunch of other bras from previous shows (I assume). The last four he just let lay on the stage, which I am sure disappointed the girls whose ta-ta's were now flapping around. Now I get that Kenny is in damn good shape and is looking as fine as ever (as long as he leaves his hat on), but seriously, ladies...what do you think throwing your bra on teh stage is going to get you?

Here was my thought on the drive home: "What happens to all of those bras her gets on stage?" Wouldn't it be great if he had them cleaned and donated them to a domestic violence shelter or something? Maybe I need to suggest this to him. What's the point of carrying around random bras when they could be put to use by women who need them? Bras aren't cheap, Kenny. Pay it forward!

My last point...I spent a lot of time trying to figure out if Kenny had shaved and/or waxed his armpits. He was wearing a sleeveless shirt and would throw his hands in the air and all that jazz and since I couldn't actually see him I had to watch him on the big screens, which gave me a clearer view of the armpits. I've always been a little skeeved out by men's armpit hair, so I did notice that Kenny's wasn't all bushy and gnarly. But, then I started thinking about the new manscaping revolution that seems to be happening. I was relieved to see that Kenny had not actually removed all pit hair, but apparently just trimmed up and called it a day, which made me wonder if he manscpaes everywhere? When did it become so popular for men to shave *ahem* down there? I'm just wondering. Can someone else make a judgment as to whether or not the guy has pit hair?


Anyway, that's the daily report. Now I'm gonna sit right here and have another beer in Mexico.