If you ever have the chance to go see the Dixie Chicks with your mom in San Francisco on a beautiful night in July, you should totally do that. And, when that exactly is not an option, you should just try to see the Dixie Chicks tour anyway you possibly can because it will melt your face right off.
First of all, my mom suggested we drink tallboys of Coors Light in honor of my dead grandma because she was classy as hell and it just felt right. We had lawn seats but were not far from the front of the lawn section and could see everything. There were women EVERYWHERE. I mean EVERYWHERE. There were so many women at this concert that the men's room was taken over by the women and it freaked all the dudes peeing at the urinals the hell out. One lady next to me was like, "Dude, look at me. I am zero percent interested in seeing your dick." God, I love lesbians. So much.
We were sitting next to two blonde 30 something sisters who were very tipsy when they first arrived. They asked us to watch their blanket while they made a wine run and bought us each another ($13 a piece) beer which they promptly delivered and disappeared again for, like, another 45 minutes. They came back sloshed to the max and proceeded to dance with me. I am pretty sure we got to third base due to her handsy dancing. Then, halfway through the show, we turned around and they were gone. They even took their blanket. It was like the basic bitch rapture.
The concert was amazing. I honestly had forgotten how feminist the Dixie Chicks' music is. The visuals and lighting were great. Natalie, Marty and Emily all sounded fantastic. Highlights included their cover of "Nothing Compares To You" and "Goodbye Earl." I won't give away the reason these parts were great because the surprise was half of the fun.
Today, I am going to listen to the Dixie Chicks on repeat and continue to not give a fuck and fight the patriarchy. Rock on, Chicks.