Beyonce isn't coming to Pittsburgh (Go figure). And she's coming to Chicago in the middle of the work week. I need to try to save my vacation days for real vacations, not mid-week concerts.
So I bought two tickets to the Mrs. Carter
Me (via text): Do you want to go to the Beyonce concert with me in Vegas?
Homegirl (on my text): HELL YEAH
Homegirl (calls my phone immediately): Yes, I can go. Did you get my text? I'll put the money in your account tomorrow.
Homegirl (via email): Hey, I found a hotel deal for Vegas. I sent it to you before I called you.
I'm not joking call. This all happened like 30 seconds after I sent the text.
Someone's excited. LOL!
I'm excited too! WE'RE GOING TO SEE BEYONCE IN VEGAS!!!! I might get a blonde weave too... I dunno. I need to be able to act a fool.
Do you have any fun concerts coming up?