I already exposed myself with the last blog post, so we’re going all out for this last one. This is a photo of me with Jenna Lee on November 30, 2019. It was taken moments after Jenna nearly got into a fight with a 50 year old woman over the scrap of paper in my hand. That interaction was just one of the few ways Jenna fulfilled her best friend title that day. The Saturday after Thanksgiving, I had tickets to see my favorite artist, Louis Tomlinson, in Nashville. I had an extra ticket because going to concerts with a friend is always better, and Jenna offered to come along as my "emotional support friend". She was so sweet about the whole experience, willing to do whatever in order to make it the best experience for me. In this case, "whatever" meant standing in line with me, out in the rain, from 7:30am until doors opened at 4:30pm. We had general admission tickets and I was adamant about getting there as early as we could to get as...
I think most people who know me today know how passionate I am about my favorite music and my favorite artists. I’m the person who sets an alarm to wake up at 2am for a song release, or to watch a performance in a different time zone on the other side of the world; I know the all words to a new song about an hour after it comes out; I’ve spent an inordinate amount of money on merchandise and concert tickets (multiple times). But I wasn’t always this person. I still vividly remember the first time I woke up in the middle of the night for a music release. It was November 12, 2015 and One Direction’s fifth studio album Made In The A.M. was set to release at midnight. I will never forget the anticipation I felt as I eagerly went to bed at 9pm, setting my alarm for 11:55, hoping to get a decent amount of sleep by getting a few hours of sleep before ...