I cannot breathe right now.
Never. Ever. Ever. Never. Ever. Have I. Gotten. Front. Row. Seats.
(Okay…I did have seats in the Second Row, for the Bauhaus reunion show in 2003, but that was not about love. That was about nostalgia.)
This is about LOVE. Love. Deep. Abiding. Pure. Inspired. Love.
My stomach hurts. I am in pain. Joyful, giddy pain.
I am going to be sitting in Row 1, Seat 5, in the Orchestra Pit, to see Pete Yorn and Crowded House in September.
After I finish weeping, I'm off to buy some lottery tickets. I figure, while you're hot…
I called Dan, and my voice was so shaky, he thought something terrible had happened.
Terribly awesome, perhaps.
I don't even know how i can proceed with my day. I'm not kidding. I'm freaking out.
(And…thank you so much for all the kick ass recipe sharing! I'm printing them out today, and prioritizing…after I run around my house screaming at the top of my lungs that on Sept. 9, i will possibly receive actual sweat molecules from Neil Finn's forehead on my skin.)