Okay, at precisely what point is one a groupie?
Great Big Sea concert, number 8, Saturday night. And I didn't even tell I was going, did I? Heehee! See? I don't actually tell everyone on the planet everything about my life.
Mostly it's because everyone on the planet won't listen to me, but really, that's beside the point.
Yes, I have a point. I do so. The point is...it's...
Damn. What was my point?
Well, I'm sure it was deeply important and will come back to me. In the meantime, the concert was GREAT!
Oh, sure, we were almost all the way to Seattle when I realized that I'd forgotten the tickets at home. And yeah, Roommate forgot her ID, so we didn't get to go to the fun downtown pub after the show. But other than that, it was GREAT!
This is official groupiedom, isn't it?