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Wednesday, August 17
OH. MY. GOD.
Forgive me, I am BEYOND ecstatic.
The Girlfriend won tickets on the radio (Indie 103.1fm) for her and I. IN FACT -- they were the station's LAST pair.
Breakfast tomorrow morning.
BEN MOTHERFUCKING FOLDS.
So I'll have morning tea and a performance, POOLSIDE at the Rennaisance Hotel in Hollywood, with Ben Folds (and Ben Lee, too!).
I FEEL LIKE A 12-YEAR-OLD WHO JUST GOT MEET-N-GREET PASSES WITH *NSYNC.
It's tomorrow. What will I wear?
Will he be annoyed by me? I mean, I'm only going to be in his face again hours later at the Wiltern show with Rufus Wainright, Ben Lee, and he. I wonder if he'll call the cops and say, "Hey, I just had breakfast with him and gave him a goddamn performance hours ago -- I don't want him here tonight!"
I sound like a bitch.
You should've heard how loud I screamed last night when I got the news. My god, I think I woke the neighborhood up.