No, I’m not wrting about Kelly Clarkson’s hit single, though I am borrowing the title for this post. You may remember a recent post I wrote about a stupid careless mistake I made while booking my upcoming trip over to the Emerald Isle. You may also remember the devestating consequence of said action: I was going to miss The Boss in concert. I had resigned to the fact that I wouldn’t be going to any fun concerts while I was over in Dublin. Which, in and of itself, is a shame because concerts in Dublin are phenomenal. The atmosphere is always amazing, the venues are beautiful and of course the company is stellar.
He had mentioned trying to get our tickets switched to the Sunday show, but was finding it difficult… so I told him to forget about it. He was in the middle of studying for his first round of tax consultancy exams and i didn’t want him to worry about fixing something that was my fault. But the Angel that he is managed to do it. So now I’m going to get to see The Boss at the end of May! (And shortly soon after I hope to drag him along to see the Sex and the city movie (he promised))!
I don’t know how many more times I can say it, but I love that man! I love, love, love him with all my heart and I can’t wait to see him again. Counting down 22 days!
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