Wherein a concert can make your dreams come true

Remember how I have a girl crush on Katy Perry? And how I said for the past few months how much I would enjoy being able to attend her musical performance in Louisville in September?

Well, it’s a good thing I talked about it as much as I did, because boy did it pay off.

One of my very good friends, Daniel, mentioned over our routine of Penn Station sandwiches with avocados he brought from home that he had an extra ticket.

And he let me have it pay him for it!

That’s what it looks like when dreams are about to come true.

You guys, it was everything I thought it would be.

First of all, it smelled like cotton candy in the Yum! Center, which I’m sure was intentional but may have been made possible by the fact that vendors were selling cotton candy all over the place. And the things cost $10, so they’d better smell great. Or do tricks. Or something. Which reminds me, I still owe Liz $10 for that cotton candy.

After the cotton candy – where I had a ridiculous amount of straight sugar in a short amount of time, something that hasn’t been equalled except for that time at a youth group thing in high school where I snorted powdered sugar – it was time for me to hug Daniel a lot and tell him thanks for making my dreams come true and, oh yeah, watch the frigging concert from amazing seats.

Best concert I’ve been to, at least in terms of a big arena show. There was always something happening, I sang and yelled until I almost lost my voice. I got absolutely no usable pictures from my end to share with you – but once again, Daniel has come through. He got some great shots thanks to amazing zoomage and a badass camera, so I’ll share a few with you.

P.S. Love this guy. I owe him. Not for the ticket though – I paid him for it that night.

Published by Laura

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