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I'm going to try and write thru this fog as I don't want to lose these thoughts. Oh, and also my head is spinning.

Let's just say last night whatever kool-aid they were pouring, I drank it up (but not as in the I drink your milkshake kind of way - more of like the I'm buying this whole Jesus thing). Cowboy Mouth. Friend S. House of Blues. The Future? Friends. Happiness. Laughter. Fun. Jamison. I think that's all you need in life.

Usually when I go to concerts I end up watching the back of people's heads and I just sing along and bop to the beat in my own little world. I am short. But last night she grabbed my hand and we found where our place was. We were supposed to be there. In front. Together. And she made sure I was happy and I could see. Because trust me, you didn't want to miss one minute of this show. They were intense but in this super positive sort of way. It was like a religion, no... more. It was like a cult and I was ready to climb on that spaceship and ride. We danced and jumped and screamed. It was amazing. I can't remember the last time I had so much fun and I only knew one song! Maybe it was the band. Maybe it was the crowd (night started with a stranger fixing my shirt for me - so sweet). Maybe it was the alcohol. But it was definitely Friend S.

I wish I could put into words what last night felt like, what it was. But nothing I say will do it justice. We had an amazing time. We rocked out and partied. Then we chatted it up like school girls into the wee hours of the morning. Cowboy Mouth is a show I would recommend to any and every one but it wasn't just that. Last night anything awkward or uncomfortable about 2 girls getting to know one another melted away and became a loving friendship. Thank you for grabbing my hand and showing me what's it's like to be in the front row... I'm sure it's just the first of so many memories to come. And I'm honored to be sharing them with you XOXO