Everyone knows it. Dave Matthews is my boyfriend.
Yes, he may also be the boyfriend of thousands of other women right along with me, but I'm totally OK with that. When he sings, I'm pretty sure he's singing right to me...right?
Well, top that cake with Wrigley Field and Jason Mraz sprinkles and I smell a ROAD TRIP!
I know Brad blogged a big about it, but I must tell you. I will be fine if I never go to another concert again {OK, let's get real - I'm in love with concerts so that's clearly not an option}.
Here we are, giggly with anticipation for the evening...
I mean, COME ON...
...in terms of shows, does it GET better than THIS!?
These boys did NOT disappoint :)
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