BFF: What are you doing?
Abs: Driving to school.
BFF: What concert would we absolutely die to go to?!
Abs: Nelly. (doy)
BFF: BINGO! He's going to be Indy this weekend & you and I are going!
Abs: (scream), OK! Details?! When? Where? How? (trying to keep the car on the road)
Let's back up. If you know me at all, then you know that I: don't ever put caps on water bottles, I could live off Dunkin' Donuts Iced Coffee & I was born a gangsta.
Nelly encompasses my college career. Getting ready to go out Friday night? Blast Ride Wit Me. In the car with 10 girls to hit up the $1 tanning bed in town? Crank up Country Grammar. Shoe shopping? Air Force Ones for motivation. I love my St. Louis boy.
Saturday came fast, along with two VIP tickets (thanks, Adrienne), aviator sunglasses & the most ghetto hat I could find. He, along with Chingy & Murphy Lee put on a GREAT show and both us may
The evening shenanigans involved getting stern looks from his HUGE bodyguard, an autographed poster from our St. Louis boys, a 3 am diner breakfast with some drag queens & a 911 call. Turns out white vans with no windows parked next to you can be a tad scary.
A - thanks for being my rapper wing man...there is no one else I would rather wear a bullet proof vest to a concert with than you (kidding. Only crossed our minds once.) And Nelly...thanks for the memories. I got to cross that off my Life List. (#24) I'll be blaring your tunes in the car now for the next 10
Happy almost weekend...go holla at your friends & make one of your dreams come true!