Listening to the No More Shall We Part album non stop as I pack my shit and move….
Why would he do this to me?
cuz it’s not only that, it’s the bus and the trillion people queue across the border thing and the hotel and the coming back and the doing all of the above on my own and the I HAVE TO DO IT BECAUSE WHAT IF HE DIES CUZ WE ALL KNOW THAT HE LOVES THE PARTY AND I WASTED MY LAST OPPORTUNITY TO SEE HIM LIVE? ugggghhhhhhh!!!!!
How dare you?
OMG… Did you just? Cuz I think you did….
I can’t… Let me die… Life just escaped my body, I felt it leave.
I don’t mind at all! It took me 12 years of trying to get papers to be able to go to the U.S. (I’m from Tijuana Mexico) and I finally got it approved (on Jan 3rd my birthday!) and It is the first time I see him live! I sang my heart out and when he turned to me and leaned in for a kiss and sang those beautiful words looking me straight in the eye well damn!
I was standing in the front row right in the middle and he just leaned and held my face and kissed me that was the first time and then while he was singing “Red Right Hand” he leaned again and said (while slowly putting his arms around me) “He’ll wrap you in his arms tell you that you’ve been a good girl” and kissed me again and the third time was outside when he came out to sign stuff and take pics he hugged me and kissed me again and just like that boom! ovaries explode.