What time is it? 5:40.
What time is it? 5:40. Where is Emily? CHICAGO. She's in freaking Chicago. The concert starts at 7:30. You think she'll make it here in rush hour in an hour and 50 minutes? I'm thinking fat chance. I'm thinking we'll be lucky if they make it in under 3. I'm thinking why didn't she give me the tickets on Friday when she was down here? Grrrr. So here I am, about to pull another Atlanta Concert and miss all the opening acts. I'll have been to three concerts in my life, and I'll have only been there on time for ONE. lol. Did I mention I hate being late to things? In Atlanta I could have cared less if we'd seen the opening acts; showering was FAR more important to me, but tonight... this was avoidable. I don't even know who the opening acts ARE, but it just bugs me that she didn't let me know what was going on, and now she's going to be like two hours LATE to boot. Argh. I guess that gives me more time to work on my paper... the silver lining! The silver lining!