Oh my God I’m so freaking excited I can hardly type!!!!!
I was going to post about my weekend and how I ended up at a wedding reception, planted at the Stepford wife table and damn near stabbed someone with my salad fork.
I was going to write about how all of your teachers were lying when they said “smoking doesn’t make you cool” - because anyone who has found themselves in stuffy people hell knows that you have only to go out to the “smoking section” to find all the cool people. And I had planned to elaborate on that a bit - explaining how other smokers are so excited to see fellow outcasts that they turn into kick ass party pals.
And I had also planned on posting about how much fun it is to be able to dance your ass off at a wedding when you don’t know anyone there - and hence have zero inhibitions about embarrassing yourself. And I was going to tell you all about how fucking SORE I am this morning still, and how concerned I am that my neck, back and abs hurt - apparently from dancing - and that it may be sign of aging or out-of-shapedness.
And I had some thoughts swirling around about the jacuzzi suite I surprised my husband in and how it really is worth $145 for a hotel room with a big bubbly bathtub in it.
I was going to. But I just can’t. Nothing else in the entire world that has ever happened to me before matters anymore.
Because a dream I have had for so long can now come true. A dream that I thought could never come true. A dream that…
Well… just LOOK AT THIS!!!
Yeah. Fucking Prince!!!! Is performing!!! For those of you who don’t know - Prince hasn’t been touring in like - forever. And I didn’t think I would ever have the chance to see him.
But now? Oh sweet Jesus you DO love me!!!
Now. I’ve made a deal with my boss to try and score a concert ticket and airfare to Vegas. So I really MUST get to work now.
Oh - and I fully intend on putting up a “DONATE TO SEND MISS BRITT TO PRINCE” button later today. Because come on… you know THAT would make for some kick ass blogging, right?
Man. Prince. Me. Me and Prince. I’m so close to heaven right now I can taste it.
Edited to add: Button Up! Yeah, that’s right. I am not above sinking to the “donate here” level if it means uniting me with Prince. Option B is to work harder. Option C involves me finally deciding which child I love best.
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I have to tell you I saw Prince on tour last year, so I don’t know what you mean about him not touring? He was in my home town a year ago and it was BAD ASS! Had you been here my girls and I so would have taken you with us!
I have something for you… but you aren’t going to need it until after the holidays, I’m sure!
Love the Thanksgiving layout! :)
Oh. My. Hell.
Does he know you’re coming?
Someone should warn the poor guy …
heheheee …
The “stepford wives table” thing made me laugh. Been there, done that. Ick.
Girl.Friend. If you go, I’m going to be so jealous!!!!!
I saw prince 3 yrs ago….he must not come to your town, poor girl! It’s worth every penny though, it was one of the best concerts I’ve ever been to! So much fun!
You are hilarious!
And you have such good taste otherwise. You know, a flight to Vegas and a stay at a semi-decent hotel isn’t too expensive. I’ll donate if you put a button up.
How awesome for you!
I’ll have to take your word for the awesomeness of smokers. The only real example I have is the 60-something year old man who lives next door and who stands outside his front door smoking in his underwear.Which frankly, is just not that cool.:lol:
rock ON. I’d go just to hear Darling Nikki. I love that fucking song!
Okay but if dancing uninhibited at an anonymous wedding is making you out of sorts, then you better get yourself into shape for Prince.
You can’t party like it’s 1999 if you’re all stiff and sore.
I’m just sayin…..
debkitty: he’s never been to BFE Iowa as far as I know - and when I started looking earlier this year everything was about his “last tour” last year.
I figure chances are good this will be my one and only chance.
Tracy: :mrgreen:
J.: well, I thought I would wait until I had tickets in hand before sending him out a “what should I wear?” email. :roll:
Mon: *SIGH* I am actually flushed just at the thought
avitable: see - YOU know there will most likely be boobie pics afterwards.
jennyryan: yeah but I bet that guy kicks ass at a party LOL
Dawn: wanna come???
Wicked H: Hey! Shoosh!! I am preparing….
“Stepford wives table”
That is classic
Damn ECT.
I can’t remember if I’ve seen him or not, but if I did, it would have been when I was a teenager. I hope you make it there!
Are you saying you like Prince? :)
Whoa. Prince is the House Act, huh? That’s kind of cool and sad at the same time.
Hope you get there soon, amigo. If you need company and, uh, have an extra ticket, do call.
;)
oooooOooooOoooh! I love Prince!! Good luck!
But if everything else fails you may call me “El Principe”, I’ll be your proxy prince.
oleblue: classically awful
Barb: thank you :-)
Mr. Fab: um, does Mr. Fab like lemurs?!?! yeah. Like THAT! ;-)
Rich: thank you ;-) I try not to think about it being sad, and just try to think of it as a chance to grab the brass ring!
KG: aren’t you pretty close to Vegas? Although, I suppose I’m the only person in the world left who cares and HASN’T seen him…
Jose918: LOL - proxy Prince - thanks ;-)