Hey internet world. I can stop bemoaning my dating life, or lack thereof, now. I have a date tomorrow! Date-ish? It’s a first meet. I call it a date. He said it’s “like a date”. It’s a freakin’ date.
We are going to a concert! I am excited because it is to an artist named Childish Gambino.
Never heard of him?
Surprise! It’s Donald Glover! Er. Well, it’s not a surprise anymore, since you probably saw his face before this line.
So internets, the concert is at Epic in Minneapolis. And if I disappear, R has all the necessary information to track the dude down. 🙂 [I tried to Facebook stalk my date, but he has a pretty common name. Don’t worry, unless both his name and his picture are fake, police can track him] <– Oh MY! Who’s suspicious much?! Me. That’s me.
But honestly, I am psyched.