Where are those earplugs? Do I even have something cool enough to wear tonight? My old friend, Cherish, has invited us to see Anastacia tonight. She sounds a bit like Tina Turner, but hipper (can you get any hipper than Tina? I sure could. Just LOOK at how uncool my clothes are!).
Cherish works for the video crew who are responsible for the huge screen that illuminates the star for those in the nosebleed seats. Pretty cool deal! I look woefully frumpy in my rags. What's a poor mama to do?
