I don’t know any other way to put this…
RUABelle and I are going to see Justin Timberlake tomorrow night.
There, I said it.
We didn’t mean to. I just had a friend of mine ask me if I could help him get tickets to the show for his girlfriend and happened to say, “Oh that sounds like fun.” Y’know, just to show polite interest. And he bought two extra seats for us and said if we buy dinner, they’ll pay for the show.
Ugh. Can’t really figure a way out of this one.
At least it’ll give me something to blog about. And Pink is opening.
Did I mention we’re in the top row of the arena because he didn’t score these primo tickets until last week?
“Hey, I think that little ant down there is shaking his thorax and saying something about bringing his Lexus back.”
To be fair, I downloaded the latest album from iTunes and have been running to (from?) it all week. It’s not horrible. It’s like a Prince album that Prince didn’t write, sing or play on. So maybe from the rafters, we can just pretend we’re watching Prince on an off night.
Pray for us, Nashville.