Hello everyone and happy belated father's day to all dads!
Hope you all had a super Sunday. I can't wait to tell you about mine!
Last night I died and went some place with a stage and the band Train was there. I walked towards the DIVINE Pat Monahan who told me my dress was beautiful (it was ok, really) and then he started to sing Bruises from Train's latest CD, California 37. I wasn't supposed to sing but I think I was expected to at least mouth the words of Ashley Monroe's part. I didn't know the words so i just danced on stage. I must have looked like a twit but I did not care. Every now and then he held me tight or held my hand. At the end of it I got a t-shirt.
He announced that this is what happens when my husband goes out for a beer. He had left about twenty minutes earlier because the noise was giving him a headache. We were in the front row, centre seats, right under Mr Monahan's nose.
It was the longest and shortest and one of the most beautiful moments of my life.
Nearly 24 hours later and I'm still walking on sunshine. Oh lucky, lucky me!