Irresistably Michael

I am now officially in love with the extremely talented Michael Buble. What brought about such a revelation? Along with 12,000 people last night, I had the lucky pleasure of spending 3 wonderful hours with a man I would probably have my children with (if he asked). No, I’m only joking (Michael, I love you!). Yes, that’s right. It only took 3 measly hours to turn me around from one of the most skeptical fans entering that massive arena, whom I must admit was almost willing to scalp the tickets last minute. My excuse was this: I was tired, I had just skipped another day of class (and was feeling as guilty as ever), and my boyfriend tired of driving (we came in from another city, about 1 1/2 hours away), was not looking forward to sitting through a concert that he was being forced into seeing. So, when I entered that arena I was not expecting much, and to my despair I was now being surrounded by a bunch of middle aged women (who were also dragging along their partners). Thankfully I found though, I was not alone. You see I had floor tickets, and from what I could see, the arena was segregated into those sections where those able to afford the closest, look up your nose tickets were the madly in love middle aged women, with the young ones left to their own screaming devices on the cheaper balcony seats. Now, I can’t really account for what happened next, or how I fell so madly in love. It could be that this was my first concert ever, and that I was getting excited, and invigorated by the thousands of people surrounding me. It could have been the flashing lights; the sounds. Whatever it was, I quickly became a sucker for the overpriced Michael Buble merchandise and used up almost $50 just to have Michael’s name splashed across my chest. That’s right folks. I was now becoming one of his newest groupies, and was ripe for the bra throwing. As luck had it, my boyfriend recognized the symptoms and held me back from changing into my groupie tee (and come on, I only had one bra with me, and it was my nicest one; I wasn’t that crazy). I was now ready to make myself into a fool.