So pretty much it was really really hot, I napped a lot, saw two plays, ran out of money/did not eat, and did not buy a single one of you a souvenier.
June tenth was the greatest day of my life
We woke up at 5 to wait in line to see The Back Street Boys Live on Good Morning America. Despite our best efforts we got there when the line was three blocks long so Michelle thought it best we leave. We walked a few more miles to Central Park to Bethesda [Bethesda being all Prior's, Alina's, and my favourite place in the entire world]. We talked to ducks and watched dogs jump into and around the fountain while Michelle sat on the steps on her cell phone. Then. It rained. The crowd and their dogs left while Alina and I sat in awe. An hour or two later we walked the 5-10ish [Block-wise it's 15 miles, but New York blocks are not the length of actual blocks] miles in the pouring rain back to the hotel. I was in my sequin dress, soaked at 8 in the morning so people were staring. Michelle tells me it was cos I looked like a hooker.
Naps, showers, walks ensue.
We left the hotel just after 5 to ensure good seats. We arrived 90 minutes before the doors opened 9th in line. We were behind a hairy Italian man behind three skin-head buff men behind three gay gothy kids. Finally the doors opened and we ran in, bought our shirts, and grabbed some floor. Front row just of center. Ben Lee opened. Then I was amazed^8478934759037583904758394753498753489758943019. She's fanfuckingtastic. Rather hilarious too.
AM: What song do you guys wanna hear?
CROWD: fkslbLABLAAHHHRAHHH!H!!!!!!!!
AM: Okay. I'm With Stupid.
LOUD MAN: FREEBIRD!!!!
AM: Hah. I would have expected Stairway to Heaven. Is it too long for you to shout? STAIRWAY TO Heaajhhhh
CROWD: SDFJlsksdhfksdhkFJKH!!!!!!!
AM: If you guys don't shut the fuck up I'm going to actually play Freebird.
CROWD: JKSFLhsdfhilsdjfioe!HHHHH!!!!!!!H!HH!HH!!!!!
AM: Well I'm as free as a bird now. And a bird you can not change.
Someone let me use their scanner. Did you leave me a telephone message? I received a few that I have no idea who sent them. Laura is home. My mom got a new car.
P.S.
Pass Le Ketchup: would it make you feel any better if I told you I went to Simon Birch's graduation party last night?
Pass Le Ketchup: and he was in his scooter and people dropped their cards in the basket he has in the front of it