New Medicine for the lovesick

I'm not sure where to begin. In fact, this post will be split into two because tomorrow, an EPIC CONTEST of monumental proportions will be announced. It will involve insane prizes from some of today's most gifted (and generous) authors (and agents!) and all proceeds raised will benefit the non-profit Joy 2 the World. BTW, if you or someone you know would like to donate a prize for charity, email me at candaceganger@yahoo.com. Prizes will continue to be added throughout the month of July.

Until then, part ONE.

Something shifted this spring when the hubs and I caught another Used show (two, actually) and the opening band, New Medicine kindasorta stole my heart. Brady, my friend, prepare to blush a little more. #sorrybutyouknowiheartyou

Let's make a dramatic long story short because I could ramble forfreakinever about these hotties. Here's Candyland's condensed version. My friend, (we'll call her....Sharah....), went to buy our concert tix and THEY WERE SOLD OUT.

*pause for dramatic effect*

I pretty much freaked, pounded my fists against the sky, fell to the floor and screamed "why?" (OR something a little less dramatic). Then, I calmed myself and scoured the internet for anyone selling tix but came up empty. Another friend offered to sacrifice her ticket, but that just felt wrong (though, would have accepted if need be; I'm only human)(Come on) (I mean, really) (It's effing New Medicine) (Couldn't miss it).

But, being the resourceful minx I am, I took a major risk chance and messaged the delicious Matt Brady with a plea. It basically said "Blah blah blah, do you know anyone with tickets I can buy blah blah blah. I'm desperate and I love you blah blah blah love love love."

Hours later, this popped up in the old inbox:

Being the coolest dude ever, he responded by saying the unimaginable. 

He said Candyland plus one were on the guest list. I thought:

Okay, seriously?! What super hot rockstar is actually a cool human who helps out a fan? Matt Brady. That's who. (And new BFF Larry *insert secret supercool handshake*)

*pause so Candyland can pee a little...*

We got to the show and (still ready to vomit) ROCKED OUT.

It was hot and I was a steaming pile of sweaty mess (sexy, yeah) but made my way back to the merch table to meet the guys. Makeup running down my face there he was...and..yum, yeah....#incasehesreading #illstopnow #footinmouth #DOH!

It wasn't just him either. They're all supersweet and gorgeous. My friends and I chatted with them all night and  as we left, felt like we'd just hung out with old friends. Like Dan, the guitarist.

Anyway, the night was like a rockstar Cinderella (call me, uh, Candyella). Except I didn't have to clean shit. And I didn't try on anyone's shoes (glass slippers) because that's gross. I was just a girl with a wish (to go see New Meds), and a fairy goddude (Larry) (but he'f no fairy, but an awesome dude) who made my night and let me meet my imaginary princes (yeah, you know who by now). And then I left and totally turned into a pumpkin.

On a serious note, I did chat with M. Brady about his upcoming trip to Ghana, his other talents and the embarrassment of reading these posts about himself. More on this tomorrow, along with the contest inspired by him and his work with Joy 2 the World. Before that, I urge you to check out the two links below to read more about his involvement with this organization. If you're not inspired to do something, read it again.
http://www.joy2theworld.org/?p=366
http://newmedicine.tumblr.com/


Until tomorrow's CONTEST, tell me friends: Have you ever made an ass out of yourself with someone way too cool? 


Candyland Out.