The last few days have been a whirlwind of emotions for us here at SoS. Everything started so great– we picked the winner of our ticket giveaway Monday, announced it Tuesday, which was also the day that brought us Sam’s new album AND some effawesome pics of Marcus.
Naturally, because the Universe
hates loves me, that was were our goo fortune ended, i.e. when the shitteth hit the fanneth.
In my real life, I work for the public education system as an athletic trainer and part of my job requires that I travel with any teams that make play-offs. Usually this isn’t an issue because for the most part I have always worked for schools that are, uh, let’s just say, more “academically inclined”. Moving back to the Metroplex found me taking a job with a school that has A LOT of success at sports.
I never worried about it because I thought, what would I rather do then watch my team advance in play-offs??
If you don’t follow us on twitter (shame on you if you don’t) then you have been spared my virtual wailing and gnashing of teeth as I tweeted the progress of my volleyball team on their quest for the Texas State Volleyball play-offs. As you may have guessed, they have continued to win, sending them, and by them I mean me, to the Regional Tournament…..wait for it…..THIS Friday. Yup. The night of Sam and Brooke’s show. I mean, don’t get me wrong I am proud of my team and truly hope they make it to State…..
but I am selfish too.
I mean, I will be missing moments like this:
Butts grabs and shots? Um. No. I will not be denied. Therefore at 11am, yesterday morning, Amber and I activated Operation Determined LiLi.
I shall not be left out of potential drunkenness from Amber, or meeting Skuck669, the lovely winner of the pair of tickets, or my chance to
finally touch Sam’s hair word vom and be socially awk. No. I shall rage against the dying of the light.
Dramatic, I know. But it’s late. And I am in my jammies. So love me through it, yeah?
So here’s what I’m gonna do people….stay with me. We play at 5pm and will be done by 7pm at the latest. I will only be two hours away, so I am taking my own car and driving back to Dallas after our game instead of riding home on the bus. I mean, getting to go to the show AND not having to ride a school bus with 22 teenage girls….uh….WIN-WIN my friends.
And I will get to see Amber in PERSON not just virtually through our daily gchats. And not let this kickass ticket go to waste! double bonus WIN.
So, in exchange for my
uber creepy fangirl ways dedication to this blog, I only ask one small favor of Sam. Please to be wearing a deep v-neck tee like this one:
What do you think– how creepy am I to drive back right after we play our game? A little? A lot? Restraining order amount?