Winging It.

Winging it consists of planning a trip the night before on Facebook, never talking to the person until that day in math, driving 3 and a half hours to Scottsdale, not making bathroom stops so there's no chance of being late, waiting in line for 20 minutes, buying matching shirts, standing in the back of the room, sitting on some comfy couches, leaving and waiting out back in the alley, avoiding a drunk man, talking to a guy smoking a cigarette, being to nervous to go up to anyone and ask for anything, planning a sleepover, trying to start to say 'hi' but stopping because they look busy, waiting, getting pictures with Jon, as well as autographs, reluctantly leaving, driving around the block in circles, going back into the alleyway and jumping out of the car to get a picture with Ryan, even though he was busy and wanted to go back inside, waiting for 5 minutes because Mary was busy trying to find a parking spot and did NOT get to meet Ryan, avoiding all of the creepy guido-looking Scottsdale men hanging around, hopping into the car, finally making a bathroom stop after 7 hours and filling up the car, driving home, going to 3 gas stations at 3 in the morning to find that they are not open, driving home with hardly any gas left, sneaking in quietly so dad won't wake up, getting ready for bed, sleep.

That was my Friday/early Saturday in a whirlwind. It was one of the best nights ever, and I met one of the best people ever. We all ready plan to see TYV again in summer with Rooney, and again when they tour in the fall. We're concert buddies for life. We rock at winging stuff. I never expected to wait for 3 hours outside just to cross meeting Ryan Ross and Jon Walker off of my life goals. Brendon Urie and Spencer Smith are totally next. I would like to live last night on repeat forever and ever. It was an adventure, and a damn good one.