And the Drunkard of the Year award goes to my friend and faithful reader Bek!
BEK! BEK! BEK! BEK!
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Sort of sounds like a chicken when you say it fast.
That's a compliment, honest. |
Thanks to this most fabulous babe, yours truly gets to attend William Shatner's one-man show at the Majestic Theatre tonight!
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| Needs a few more exclamation points, but yeah. |
I am thrilled, overwhelmed, and overjoyed. I'm doing the most awkward middle-aged-white-mom dance you've ever seen right now. And speak-singing "Rocket Man." Just like -
OMG I'M GOING TO SEE WILLIAM SHATNER TONIGHT!!!!
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| SQUEEEEEEEEE! |
I owe Bek a drink. And an appetizer of her choice. And another drink. Not tonight, per se, because it's a weeknight and we're both working moms. So heading for Mexico after the show is probably not an option, either. But IOU, baby. I-freaking-OU.
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| Psssst...him. We're seeing him. |
Best. Early. Birthday. Present. EVER.
Thank you, Bek. This is going to rock.
P.S. I think Beloved Spouse is a little jealous/pissed that I'm going without him. Don't worry, dear, I promise I won't run away with Bill. Why yes, I do call him Bill.
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