So the phone call...it was obvs Brady. I tried not to pee but only mostly succeeded. The hubs and I piled into the car and headed to the venue, where everything was wide open, outside. We parked next to some huge ass tour buses and only after holding my breath through a horrid port-a-potty-emergency-pee-fest, we stood in a line of people that led into the main "gate." And then my phone rang again. It was Brady (again). I tried not to pee. Again.
"Where are you?" he asked, walking closer.
"I see you!" I said, running towards him. Que the violins. HUGHUGHUG (drooldrooldrool). He pulled us from the line of curious faces.
"Follow me," he said. Anytime he asks me to follow him, uuuhhhh I'm so there...all the way to the New Medicine/Hail the Villain tour bus. And I KNOW I peed then. Let me first say, I've had this dream about a million times and never in my wildest did I ever think it would happen...with my husband at my side. Just kidding dear. I love you. But I'm not kidding. Oh wait, I am. No, that's not right...AWKWARD.
The small talk isn't important [to you] but it was pretty much everything to me. So much, I've written a little thank you note.
Thank you for
And because there's no simple way to explain what was one of the best days in Candyland [EVER], I'll [attempt to] go out in style and leave you with a picture montage.
(100% Brady Approved) Candyland. OUT.