||[Sep. 11th, 2005|07:12 pm]
|||||Radiohead - Airbag||]|
My life was going well until 6:24 on Saturday evening.
I was on my way to Destiny's Child. (I won tickets. Don't look at me like that.)
I knew Tyra Banks was supposed to open for the last Destiny's Child concert. That crazy mama-lovin', rib-eatin', forehead-barin' ex-super model, future pseudo-Oprah entity was going to be at GM Place, and I was going to be screaming my head off, avenging my super-role model, Janice Dickinson.
And then Claudia called.
There was to be no Tyra. Furthermore,there was to be no Amerie. There was to be no Mario. I was not trippin'.
Instead, we got Keisha Chante.
My world crumbled. Crumbled! CRUMBLED!
But then two drunk women got into a fist fight in our section. It was pretty exciting. And the show was as lavish as you would expect a Destiny's Child show to be.
But I will remember this Tyra. I will rue the day.
(In other less exciting news - I started work at Parks and Rec again today, doing one of these large-scale family festivals. My face-painting skills have not improved. I think there is a kid wandering around with a large black blob on his face, telling people that it's a cat. No, no kid. It's a big, black blob. And I apologize. My hand slipped.)