Talk Dirty To Me...

No, no, don't talk to me (Corky). I'm just gearing up for my concert tonight. You know the one. Heidi, Jethro, KC, Spencer, and I (can we say 5th wheel, boys and girls?) are all going to see Poison in Toronto. I am SO excited because this will be a REAL concert with my two best friends. Beyonce was awesome, but it was a diva show. This will be a REAL concert. A rock show. Old school. Oh yeah.

We (KC, Spencer and I ) were going to take the greyhound, but we wouldn't make it back in time, so (here's the best part) Spencer's MOM is driving us and picking us up. I feel like a spazz. I'll probably feel like an even bigger spazz when I get into her car with my teased hair belting out 80's tunes.

This is the real reason that KC and I wanted to see Poison SO badly. C.C. Deville. We saw him The Surreal Life Season 5, and we fell in love with him. How could you NOT? I mean look at him? He's hugging Mrs. Brady! He was so sweet, and we decided right then and there that if Poison ever came to Toronto, we would be there.

We were going to bring a big, sparkly sign that says C.C., I LOVE YOU!, but Jethro asked me if HE would be sitting with us.

SIGH.

Point taken. I'll leave the sign at home, BUT, I am seriously thinking of teasing my hair and sneaking some booze in. (Yup, in the bra. I could get a 60 in there)

Sorry Jethro. I can't promise anymore than that.

Later, friends. I gotta go find my hairspray. I only have 4 hours before Mom gets here to pick us up.