The Pussycat Dolls were awesome
Sometimes when I go to concerts by myself alone, so very alone, I type emails to myself on my phone to make everyone think I’m texting my millions of friends who are surely right about to get here any minute.
Yep, here they are! Look everyone, it is my friend who is here to hang out at this concert with me! I have friends!
Oops. Not my friend. That was someone who looks similar to a friend of mine who would hang out with me at a show such as this. Surely someone as awesome as me wouldn’t go to a show alone!
Nor would I stand at the bar replying to an email from my mom.
