I know, I know, I know. You haven’t been able to eat or sleep. You’re distracted at work, distant at home. You realize you’re carrying a brown purse while wearing black heels and you don’t even care. All the time, wondering, obsessing – DAMMIT, KARA. WHAT HAPPENED AT G.LOVE?
Many, many things.
1. It didn’t rain! Huge thanks to all of you for using your collective energies to keep me dry. Now, perhaps we could all get together and get me my own personal island?
2. I screamed. Many, many times. Chris said it was like the Beatles were landing. Over and over and over.
3. G. played my three favorite songs within the first ten minutes. Random coincidence? I. Don’t. Think. So.
4. I was a singing, dancing machine. I’m sure by the third song the people next to us just wanted me to shut up and go home but I was having my own private Woodstock. I even at one point had to stop myself from hugging the people next to us, I was that excited. I didn’t, thank God. But I came frighteningly close.
5. I didn’t meet him. Disappointing? Yes. Redeemed by the fact this found its way into my inbox? Absolutely.
As my friend littlegirlbigglasses said, it’s like he’s saying, “Let’s mix DNA and then I’ll make you some waffles.” And that really is the perfect end to this story, is it not?
