Last weekend when Pam and Sara were here, Sara did a show in Hollywood. We sat near the front and two men were sitting diagonally in front of us to the right (and directly in front of Sara). A few songs into Sara's set, a lady walked right up to these men with a big plate of smoking hot FRIED CHICKEN. It smelled so good. The men dug right in and the smell of delicious fried chicken permeated the room. I have no idea how Sara kept singing because it was hard for me to focus on anything but the chicken I was not eating. Isn't it a law that you don't bring fried chicken to a concert unless you have enough for everyone? The two-piece meal deal is sounding pretty good again. Is fried chicken appearing in unusual places a sign that I should eat more or a sign that I live in Twin Peaks?
Of course I had to take a photo.
*It's a bad and blurry photo but trust me, Sara looked adorable and she sounded amazing.
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