i wanna run thru the halls of my high school or mindi goes to a john mayer concert.

i think i will sum up the whole john-mayer-concert-thing with one word: SUCCESS.

(i also thought of going with SYNERGY. but i'm not sure exactly what it means. i just like saying it.)


we had a random little group of lovely people and couldn't have enjoyed ourselves more:




i would also like to state for the record that i've never had such great seats for a concert. really.

since she is jm's other-lovaahhh-that-he-doesn't-know-he-has-yet, tiburon outdid herself by scoring the sweetest seats in the second row, smack-dab under johnathan himself.

we were so close that i could nearly see his pores*:

*did that sound creepy?





the advantage to being in such close proximity to said artist on stage was the fact that we had lots and LOTS of "face time". i think it meant quite a bit to john--i could see it in his eyes.



somebody was stupid enough to spend $$$ on some ginormous, flava-flav-clock-size buttons. (who in the world?....)

but they were the best $$$ somebody (allegedly!) invested that night because they were totally and completely radical:









and, they served their purpose well: they got us some time on the jumbo-tron with the band:






being this close also enabled us to suck-up to the camera-man and get .5 seconds of fame. (you should have seen vanessa work her charms. it was magical.)


tiburon captured this moment when john was chit-chatting to elisabeth (tib's sister) about her poster, and then you can see him scan down the line of all of the beautiful people.

it's the first 10 seconds of this video, so i suggest you invest in some high-tech software so that you can slow it way down and really enjoy our moment:





that also may or may not have been tiburon giggling like a twelve-year old school girl.



we had some AWESOME people-watching in the row in front of us.


this dude here was especially fruitful in the "YIKES!" department--he was approx. 20-25 beers in at this point, which was a bit touch and go.


but it helped him be a MUCH BETTER DANCER:







tiburon was in the absolute throes of ecstacy during the concert.


i tried to throw her off at one point by sending this text:


"WHAT DOES THE JM STAND FOR ON HIS GUITAR STRAP?"







she didn't take the bait. :(



all in all, i think the night was perfect: beautiful weather, beautiful music, beautiful company.


our boy nick even scored one of jm's picks after the concert was over:







the posse: michele, jj, elisabeth, jentix, mindi's head, tiburon, vanessa, stacey, nick, jody, & jill






the evening ended on the highest note possible when vanessa decided to wear my "party hair"--

because there is nothing like a hand-full of synthetic hair to make all of your dreams come true:

i think it looks quite natural.