It all started harmlessly when
Mark posted a tiny MSN status about Switchfoot in KL. Then I went hyper and now we're both going:
W0000oooo00000oooOOotttt!
We're now planning the many ways of smuggling a camera into the concert (for it is forbidden). Mark's going with the underwear hidey-way.
I'm so not touching his camera.
BUT... he also asked if I could just carry a handbag and we can bury it under tonnes of makeup, which I won't use. I said sure, so long as HE carries it.
His reply? "Do I get to wear a matching skirt?"
XD