Matt told me two days ago that we'd been invited to a suite at whatever-Conseco-Fieldhouse-is-called-now to see Van Halen. I stared blankly, looking for an escape hatch.
I said, "Oh, god, honey, it's just that I...it's just...oh, how do I say this...I hate them. I hate them so much." I told him I'd look for a sitter. Imagine my delight when all Brooks family members were unavailable! But, damn, our Australian friend said, "Yes, of course I'll watch the lad. I'm pissed that you didn't ask me first."
I told Matt that the only song I remember is Pour Some Sugar On Me.
Matt's response--OK, more like a snicker--was, "Jill, that wasn't Van Halen."
I like the friends we'll be joining, I happen to love making fun of big hair and Spandex, and Matt told me today that Kool and the Gang are opening. OK, I'm there. I'm so there.
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