MOG

So earlier today my boyfriend's parents offered me tickets to a James Blunt concert. I considered my previous confession of never having been to a concert, ever, but James Blunt?! Doesn't satisfy the worthy/alive criteria, because while he may be living proof that life is unfair, since he gets to be alive and countless better musicians don't, he is most definitely not worthy. I remember once a friend said to me, "Elaine, it's not like you're losing your virginity," in an attempt to convince me to go with her to a Jason Mraz concert, but in a way, it is - and I'm not trying to suggest that I'm actually a slutty groupie at heart, or anything. The point of it is, although it may be somewhat embarrassing to admit that I've never been to a concert in the entire 17 years that I've had the chance to, give or take a couple for the barely conscious years at the beginning, it would be so much more embarrassing to admit that the first concert I had ever been to was James Blunt, who is entirely undeserving of anyone's virginity, musical or otherwise.

It's times like these that make me so mad at The Beatles for disbanding and dying, and causing me to miss out on possibly the greatest band ever.