Today, Alice and I are going to Cambridge, to see these people sing.
I hope they aren't actually that large, that would be terrifying.
And I'm taking Pierre. Y'all only comment on entries about Pierre, even when I address you specifically. Here he is turning a lion into a statue with his mind.
If it were up to me, this whole entry would be in exclamation marks. I am so darn excited to see the Pipettes. It's not up to me though, exclamation points are boring to read over and over.
A sob story: Once, the Pipettes were going to play a free show in San Francisco. I left three hours beforehand, thinking I would get there two hours early and get a spot up front, because I tend to idolize and idealize bands. The traffic had different plans though. I got there four hours after I left, right as riotBecki said, "Thank you!" and they disappeared.
Tonight, I get my heart mended.
2 comments:
I don't believe Pierre can do that.
I'm still reading.
I love you and think of you often.
Even when I don't comment.
Sorry to be mushy.
i love you too, even though you never write to me....grandma said she would comment if she didn't have to join blogger...but we read your blogs at nite, well, they listen while i read aloud...im pretty good (if the Pipettes were that big, they probably would have giant loud intruments, no need for a sound guy) haha
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