


My sister sent us the tickets, just because. She is SO cool like that. This is also the sister that sent me 2 ipods a few months back. Anyway, my sister has a friend that works at the record label, and did he ever hook us up! We got floor seats, 11th row. Now, in case you didn't hear me, I'll say it again. ELEVENTH ROW. Heidi and I were practically shaking. I mean, we could see Beyonce's face. Like her facial features. It was AMAZING. I will never have seats like that again, ever.

Robin Thicke opened for Beyonce, and all I could think of was...Your Dad used to be on Growing Pains. He tried - bless his heart - to dance, but most of his moves? Not so much with the dancing. Some were really good, others were more like a cry for help. His singing was not my style, but still very good.
We made it back to the bus station at 11:20- our bus was leaving at 11:30. Ten minutes to spare. Unbeliveable.
How amazing is it that two anxiety ridden chics made it to the Big City, with kids in tow, and home again, without a full blown attack?
I am so proud of us.