Last night while I was working the wee hours of the Valentine's Day trunk sale at Tasty in Phinney Ridge, Brian and his pall Chuckles went to see Thursday at Showbox Sodo. ( I have yet to hear this band, but these boys are apparently gaga over them) So after receiving a few ecstatic texts from Brian saying things like "Thursday Destroyed!! Best show EVER!" I was ready to skedaddle my stiletto clad, fake eyelashed, big haired, stretch leather legging ass away from the register, pink champagne, and pink frosted heart shaped cookies to go home to my sketch pad, (I got smacked in the face with an abundance of inspiration at the show) jammies and an adult beverage of my own. I was anticipating a drunken boy after party at my place. Since it was still pretty early, around midnight, and I knew the boys would be all pumped up and sooo not ready to go to bed only to wake up at a decent hour to complete the daily grind.
The lead singer of Thursday and Brian |
At least I know he didn't completely forget about us gals back at home in his real life while he was out and about. Between numerous texts and frantically excited calls to me, he also posted this fabulous picture of my adorable diva babe on Facebook.
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