If you have read my previous blogs then you know I am a gigantic Marianas Trench fan. I am beyond obsessed with frontman Josh Ramsay. I want to marry him and keep him in a cage forever, not that I'm psycho or anything.
So when I heard that they were putting on a free show along with a few other artists to celebrate the grand opening of a new store, I was like "Oh em gee I am SO thurr."
Montana and I got there a few minutes before the band started, so we decided to have some dinner at Subway which was five steps away from the fangirl-cage entrance. We scarfed down our sandwiches, and had to rush back into the cage because they were being announced on the stage. In my I-need-Josh-like-a-penguin-needs-propellers haze I forgot there was a curb, and down I went. "Noooo!" I screamed. "Save me!" My life flashed before my eyes, this was the end for sure.
Montana flew to my side and held my hand to comfort me in my time of need, such a sweet girl. I was in such pain, and so embarrassed, what a twerp! Luckily my cutie petutie and his mad vocal skillz attract teh teenz lollllz and they don't notice anything beyond their bubble, so I'm fairly certain no one but my attentive daughter saw me fall like a drunkard.
I managed to get up, limp my way to the best spot to view the screen, and took some Ibuprofin. I barely acknowledged the pain once the band hit the stage, and they rocked my world once again with their talent and wit.
Yesterday and today, however, I am dying. I have been packing like a maniac because we are moving (in 11 days!!!) so I am sore all over. My foot is better, just achy, but my back is killing me and I think my butt bone is bruised. Not much fun when my days are filled with filing, getting up and down from my desk chair, carrying packed up boxes to the garage, and doing my plies in my ballet room. Okay, maybe not all of those are part of my routine, but whatever. I hurt.
