Don’t call your muh-thu-er er

People. Dreams come true. If you visualize it, you can do it! I feel this always seems to happen with me and concerts. For instance, I visualized being on stage with *NSYNC. Voila, my 13-year-old self was on stage being serenaded by the best boy band in the history of boy bands. I was dying to go to a Beyonce show and saw myself at the concert – six months later, my friend Lauren invited me to see B live with the luxuries of seeing it in the box at Staples. And when I found out Katy Perry was going to be in LA, I knew I had to be there.

I had dreams that maybe I’d bump into her on the street and she’d say something like, “LOVE your outfit” or something to that effect and I’d be like, “Girl, please. If I could wear a romper, I would wear one all the time like you!” And she’d look at me and say, “Actually, I have an extra in your size at The Palladium and I think it’s necessary that you hang out backstage and wear it.” So we head over to The Palladium – seriously, I have very intricate day dreams – and she gives me a really cute romper to wear and all the while she’s singing “Hot ‘N Cold” and “Waking Up in Vegas” and I’m backstage with her precious cat, Kitty Purry. And we lived happily ever after.
Weird? Maybe. I’m a TAD unrealistic when it comes to life, I suppose… however I feel that there is no such thing as a “real world’ and life should be whimsical and fun. So that’s where my day dreams have gotten me I guess. Anyway, I’m so friggen excited to go to this concert I could yell right now, but that is impolite to do in public places such as work. I have a very cute lolita-esque romper thing I plan on wearing. I can’t wait to finally hear “Hot ‘N Cold” live so I can jump up and down, twirl around and scream “GOT A CASE OF A LOVE BIPOLAR!” at the top of my lungs.
Anyway, I’m sliiiiightly excited. Thank you to the fabulous Michelle for inviting me!

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