I Thought I'd Be On the Road By Now...

...because I was just POSITIVE that John Mayer was going to call me out of the audience, right up on stage... fall madly in love with my... my... I dunno, SOMETHING fabulous about me... and invite me to tour with him indefinitely.

But alas, here I sit blogging thru nap time in yet another uneventful weekday, with only the bags under my sleep deprived eye sockets to prove it was anything more than a daydream.

Even tho I am realizing that I'm, like, WAY not young enough to be up past midnight during the week anymore and not feel the dire consequence of sheer exhaustion in the day(s) immediately following... it was worth it to get dressed up, get out with the MAN, hang with my lesbian soul mate, I mean, our good friends... and act like ridiculously excited children because we weren't busy taking care of actual ridiculously excited children.

This was the part where we were being herded into the concert like cattle, but got distracted by the kettle corn stand on the way in so we stood smelling the hair products of the complete strangers crammed at every angle possible around us and thought it would be a good photo op. Oh, but then I saw Stephanie's sister, Melinda, and got realllllly excited that I recognized her and actually saw someone we knew...



This is her hotness, little Miss Colbie Caillat... I couldn't stop thinking of Chelsea's new hat fetish the whole time. Its worth mentioning that she sang all her songs exactly how they are recorded (not sure how that made me feel). I liked that she seemed a little nervous.

Jerad does this mean thing with a camera whenever he has the opportunity... where he starts snapping away pictures of you when you are, like, situating to get ready to be in a cute moment. Haha, funny, Jerad... but not when you have a low battery...

This was the good one.

And then... it was time.

Fun stuff.

Except for the part where he left me behind at the end.

And for the part where Stephanie would not could not be convinced that we should tooootally sneak up front and flash him. At first I thought she was being a prude, but come to find out she was 'saving herself' for Toby Keith. Oh well, I guess I still have my big chance next week... prehaps someone should warn Fergie that she may be in for a realllll treat...

In other fair news, I PLUNGED off the diet wagon yesterday, managing to pack away leftover bridal shower cake for breakfast before my evening of gluttony, which included an AMAZING burrito, kettle corn, beer, and COTTON CANDY at the end, just to put me over the edge so I would feel like a complete piece of crap today and NEVER EAT THAT WAY AGAIN because of how awful I feel.

Guess I should go finish off that cotton candy now, so as not to allow history to repeat itself... oh wait...