friday night started the summer feeling of concerts at the bowl, our first go with Michael Buble. yet again, living in this town is great when you know for a concert you don't have to leave super early, or worry about parking when you've got friends who live across the street (yet another thanks to the dunlops). wine from local vineyards is served for not much different of a price than if you were anywhere else on a friday night and when you're about to listen to listen to romantic tunes it's pretty much a given that wine shall be had in hand. i'm not too sure how to really review the concert or share my thoughts without saying "mo money mo problems." it'd be nice to think this canadian was just singing for the love of jazz and wasn't tainted but sadly i think we all would be with these looks and a voice that left a woman behind us saying, 'now if that's not sexy, i don't know what is.'