Georgia's concert was radical! Not only did my sister kick butt singing, but I got to meet one of the Dallas Mavericks! My uncle (the band's rockin drummer) knows some of the Mavs and invited him out to the show.
Can I just say he was one tall glass of water? I made a total idiot of myself just trying to go over there whenever possible. But I mean... those guns! That face! He was totally attractive and not just because of his promising career choice;)
Anyway, it was all I could do not to gush all over him about how I don't even care about sports EXCEPT FOR the Mavs!
I am lame, lame, lame. But I asked my uncle to hook me up. Pray for me, y'all. My hair wasn't looking all that fabulous.
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