Last night, I'm eating supper, and the phone rings. It's about 6:30, and it's my sister Colleen. She asks what I'm doing, I tell her. I ask her what she's doing, and she says...
"Going to see Keith Urban".
Bitch.
See, Keith is my future husband, and he was performing at the Bi-Lo center last night. I saw him there 2 years ago, and it was great. Colleen's friend works at a bar near there, and some guy gave them some tickets last night, free. So of course Colleen has to call and rub it in.
Fine.
I didn't particularly care for his latest CD, but he is still so HOT!!!
Around 8:15, she calls again. Seems like they were good seats.
FRONT ROW!!!
Okay, double bitch!"
Oh, tell me what song you want to hear and I'll call you".
"No thanks, bitch".
Now , I love my sister, and only call her a bitch in fun. Until she called this morning and said he touched her left hand. That did it! She needs to die.
I did find some comfort in the fact that the show wasn't as good as last time. She went with me then, and it was great. She said last night he just sang, didn't interact with the fans much. Last time he pulled fans up on stage. Maybe it has something to do with his new uptight wife. I don't know.
I still wish I was with her, though. To be that close to someone that hot....oh my, I probably would have died right there!
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