Hello and good morning! This is one time that I’m really glad I’m typing to you, rather than speaking, because my throat and voice have gone on strike (feeling sick + still going to a concert anyway = feeling like shit the next day.)
Last night I headed over to the Meriweather Post Pavilion with Emily and Jamie to see Maroon 5 and Train. We had been geeking out about our VIP status for a week.
Although there was no technical backstage like we had hoped, we still had a fabulous time!
We had high hopes of meeting Adam Levine from Maroon 5. As I was leavning my parents house and walking across the lawn to my car, my mother yells from the front door:
“Remember! You’re a married woman now!”
Wow, has your mom ever accused you of being a slut?
I know I’m a married woman, and Adam Levine would be nice (read: a dream) to look at, but come onnnn.
Being a married hag didn’t stop me from trying to be the most wonderful wingman for my two best friends, though. I felt it was my duty, as the only balled-and-chained one of the trio, to help us stay cool, calm and collected. That way, we’d stick out when we ran into Adam.
But if that failed, I had a stellar back up plan.
What, you don’t think that would have worked?
Let’s chat –
What’s the last concert you went to?
Who would be on the ticket for your *dream* concert (they can be alive or dead!) Mine would be The Beatles with Michael Jackson as the headliner. Or Hanson. Just Hanson.