For the first time ever since John Mayer has been touring, I am not going to see his show. (Sigh) Trent said I could go, but he didn't want to come. My favorite concert buddy moved to Manhattan (love you Holly!) and I just couldn't decide what to do. Then it was too late to do anything. (Sigh) I'm slightly disenchanted this evening knowing he's here and I'm...home. Last time I saw him, we were on the 8th row, and easily worked our way within distance of his spit. Next time, John...next time!
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If I would've known, we could've gone. I'm a good conert buddy, too! :)
You're right, I should have called. I didn't think you'd want to leave Trey. My bad!
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