Debbie and I went to the Natasha Bedingfield concert in Baltimore on Tuesday night. After getting horribly lost (thrice) we finally made it.
There were scores and scads of teeny-boppers screaming all over the venue so Debbie and I self-exiled ourselves to the "parent" section - the bleachers on the second floor. We had a great view of the stage and totally rocked out to Natasha...
Unfortunately, we had to wait through not one, but TWO excruciating opening bands. While waiting, I entertained myself by sending text messages to Susan:
Exchanged on 17 June 2008:
To Susan (8:01 p.m.): I'm at the Natasha Bedingfield concert - JEALOUS?!?
From Susan (8:02 p.m.): YES!!! i may hate you actually.
To Susan (8:04 p.m.): Don't be a hater!
From Susan (8:06 p.m.): Aw I can't hate you.
From Susan (8:07 p.m.): Be sure to throw your panties on the stage for me.
From Susan (8:44 p.m.): I'm listening to Natasha now in your honor.
To Susan (9:18 p.m.): Unfortunately for the crowd, I only throw my panties at dancing boomboxes...since they refused to leave the dressing room, my panties are staying safely hidden.**
At this point, my phone powered itself down (no PG-13 texting allowed at Natasha Bedingfield??). Luckily, Natasha came on at 9:45 and delivered a brilliant concert. The best moment came early on when, in an attempt to sexily take her sweater off, the sweater got caught on her belt buckle. Alas Natasha! Effect ruined!!
**Dancing Boomboxes and Natasha Bedingfield:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j1R1Rg8gcDQ
1 comment:
Such good times texting. If I hadn't been surrounded by hyper active zombies, I might not have texted *quite* so much, though!
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