Dear Joey, Jordan, Jon, Danny and most importantly Donnie…

Let’s talk.

This is my BFF, Becki.  Do you remember us?  We were sitting in section 101, row D seats 3 and 4.

No, not the drunk girls who felt the need to hug Becki before they left. We were sitting right in front of them.

We had a really good time last night, but I must tell you, I’m feeling the effects.  You see, after leaving the concert at 11:15pm last night, after 2 hours and 15 minutes of solid energy and amazing performances out of you guys, we left the Verizon center listening to lots of drunk women singing hanging tough, walking down the street, and decided to walk 5 blocks to Metro Center to avoid the crowds on the train.

Of course, at the time, it was pure adrenaline helping us walk.  I think we were floating.  I’m pretty sure we were flying high up the street, but the good news is, we found the spy museum so that we knew we were going this morning.

But after we got on the train, which, by the way was pure genius on my part, as there were NO crowds, we rode our two stops to DuPont Circle and then proceeded to walk UP the hill to the hotel.  Let me just clue you in on the layout of DC.  Just because a hotel says it’s at DuPont Circle?  Yeah, that doesn’t mean that it is anywhere NEAR the DuPont Circle metro station.  DuPont circle must be huge because it’s a hike an a half from our hotel to the Metro station.

But we talked, we bonded even more… more than I thought we could, because we now have you in our memories.

And once we got home?  The toilet didn’t work.  And so we called to get them to fix it.  And an hour later, after we went down to the front desk to tell them that we were tired, they finally sent someone up to fix it.

At 1:30, two hours and 15 minutes after we exited one of the best concerts we had ever seen, we finally got to bed.

But the problem was, my daughter is a bed hog and so I didn’t sleep well.  And then, even though I thought my phone was dead and on vibrate, the alarm went off reminding me to take Matthew to school for First Priority at 7:15am.

We finally got up and spent the day at the Spy Museum before the kids and I headed for home.  We drove as fast as we could, because my son attended his first Middle School dance tonight and I had to be home to chaperone.

And chaperone I did.

But I was home all of 10 minutes before I had to leave to get the kids to the dance.

And so I finally got home after lots of walking and dancing and here I sit, writing to you, because I’ve promised my 10 readers that I would tell them all about the concert.

And so I will.

I must tell you, the little “text to win” game that we got to play in the beginning while we were wating for you?  That was pretty cool?  Do you read all the text messages that people send in and they display on the screen?

If you do, then I’m sure that you saw me talk about how all of my twitter friends were there with me and my screen name.  Just add @relocatedyank and you can follow me too.

I was kind of hoping that we would win that backstage passes or the front row pass, but we didn’t.  I was sure that we would since I wasn’t looking my best.  You know, because I forgot my makeup at home and I was wearing mom jeans and sneakers.

But you know what?  I was comfortable and in case you didn’t read the first part of this, there was a lot of walking to do.

Anywho, it was fun sending all those text messages trying to win.

And then your first opening act came on.

Blah, blah, blah.. no he was good.  But honesty requires me to tell you that I spent the majority of his set playing with the settings on my camera so that I could get decent pictures of you when you finally graced us with your presence.

If I hadn’t, I would’ve had a lot of pictures that looked like this…

And that just wouldn’t be cool.

Now, I don’t know who this guy is.  He did have one song that I knew, but that was all. Seriously, I don’t know for certain who he is.  I read that Nasri, the dude that wrote Click, Click, Click  was there, but I could be wrong.

And then Natasha Bedingfield came out.

I used this time to go and purchase items that were rediculously priced.  Seriously guys.  Why don’t you kiss us first so at least we know we’re getting screwed.

$40 for a tee shirt????

I did line your pockets though.  I bought my daughter a button, myself a keychain and a small poster.  Which I kept unwrinkled the whole concert and all the way home.

I know, you’re proud.

And then?

The lights went down.  There was lots of screaming.  I couldn’t believe it.

I was there.  I was there to see you.  I drove all that way, spent all that money, and it was finally here.  The day that I’ve been waiting for.

There was a really awesome video playing.  Tension was building.  Excitement was in the air.

And then, there you were…

I have so much more that I want to say, so much more that I need to say, but as you can see, I’ve had a really long day.

If you’ll please excuse me, I’m going to head to bed for the night, but I’ll make sure that I pick up this letter where I left off next time…

I’ll be loving you forever,

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