To celebrate Father's Day (plus my mom's birthday, my parent's wedding anniversary, and whatever else falls between May and July), I bought tickets for my parents to go see Santana at the Rose Garden arena in September.

For some reason, they have taken a liking to Santana. You'd think they would've done this in the late 60's, early 70's when Santana was cool. I loved to listen to classic Santana until my parents played his music to death everytime I went over there. Now I cringe everytime I hear his music. Uuuugh. My mother wonders why I don't like it when they like the music I like. Hmmm.