I kid you not.
I am going to a Jake Owen concert tonight. (For those of you ready to stop reading right now, I totally don't blame you, but do me a favor. Scroll to the end of this post and watch the video. It has nothing to do with Jake Owen, and well if you're a blogger or have ever put any of your "stuff" "out there" in any capacity, you'll appreciate it.)
I'll wait while you squee and freak out before I continue.
Are you back?
You guys remember when I was going to the Luke Bryan concert and I harassed him on twitter? You don't? That's probably because I never blogged about it. Because I could never sit my ass still enough in a chair to blog about. Plus, it's hard to harass and blog at the same time.
If you were on twitter with me that night, you may remember it. In fact that's how I met @thepishposh. I was worried about getting kicked off the twatter and she told me to ask Luke Bryan to make me a sandwich. It. Was. Epic. I don't want to go into too much detail now...I think I'll save it for "L" day.
However, if you think I lost my shit that night (which you probably don't since I didn't tell you about it...unless you were there and saw me, in which case, why didn't you say hi?) that is nothing compared to what's about to happen is T-minus 9ish hours.
In fact, I've gotten up three times during this post to run circles around my couch.
It's rather convenient that the husband needs to go to the range to work on his swing for the next nine hours, which I think is a little irresponsible. What if I fall down the stairs or run into the wall or slip in the shower as I dance to Barefoot Blue Jean night?
Jake is not going to be happy to see me if I show up concussed or with a broken leg.
Check that. Of course he'll be happy to see me. It's just that I think we all prefer that I be the best version of my
Did you know Jake has twin? Did you know I spoke to him multiple times in person and on the phone? Did you know he and I were in a golf tournament together? Well, actually he played in a golf tournament I was in charge of.
That's right, I'm that girl. The one whose all, "I saw Ryan Gosling's brother's nephnew's cousin's great-aunt's sister's niece's, babysitter's dog walker's husband in a Taco Bell. It's like Ryan and I are practically married!"
But don't worry, I totally played it cool in front of Jake's brother. After all, I am a professional.
OH EM GEE I AM GOING TO SEE JAKE OWEN TONIGHT!!!!!!!
For those of you ready to call me a pathetic lame-ass loser in the comments, whatevs. I'll just go all affirmation girl on your ass.
There are a couple parts that are a little vulgar so if you have delicate sensibilities, I suggest you not watch the video. However, if you have ever received a less than flattering comment, you totally need to watch this. It starts out a little, "huh? what is this?" but keep watching (her reactions are priceless).
Okay, well I gotta go freak out some more. Thank you SO much for your awesome sausage comments yesterday. I promise I'll post the comment gems on my next post, which may be tomorrow even though tomorrow is our day off from the challenge but I kinda almost feel bad that this isn't really a real post so I may post what I was going to post today, tomorrow, or maybe I'll just post pics of me and Jake.