early last december, i was reintroduced to one of southern california's pride and joys. i was flipping through the channels and came upon "don't forget the lyrics" with host mark mcgrath, from sugar ray. i didn't even realize it was him at first, but i stopped on the channel when i realized the back street boys were guest stars that night. when i think of sugar ray, i think of my cross country coach singing "fly" one day after practice when i was in fifth grade. that's right, fifth grade. so you see, sugar ray is SO old. old, but still young enough to come to provo and play for me apparently. this is what he did on saturday, and for that reason i. am. eternally. grateful.:)
i respect those guys for playing with as much vigor as they did. i thought that after fifteen years of playing the same songs, it'd be kind of lame. but they seemed like they LIKED being there!
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| singing to me and rachel in the crowd |
sugar ray likes fun, but they also like jimmer, fist bumps and fist pumps, black ray bans, slicked back hair (a big shocker, we all were counting on frosted tips), and awarding third eye blind t shirts to crowd winners. thank YOU, sugar ray.
