Michigan's Missing Glove

All Time Low… literally.

Well, maybe not literally. It was more of a Low Point of the Day, if you get my terrible pun. I didn’t get to see All Time Low in concert after all. Mom told me, after I bought the ticket – and was robbed blind by Ticketmaster’s exorbitant service fees – that she didn’t like the idea of me wandering into Downtown Richmond by myself. On Broad Street. The safe part of Broad Street. Where I’d be walking like one-half block from the parking garage to The National, one block roundtrip. When I want to live in Manhattan and/or Brooklyn after college.

Oh well, it’s okay though because I only got the idea to go concerting yesterday. In other words, this idea was less of a plan and more of a “pla-”. Also, Mom said she would refund the cost of my ticket, which is really good because after that concert ticket there are only three dollars and change in my checking account.

I don’t want this to happen again, though. I need a concert posse! Anyone in the Richmond, Virginia area – who has known me in person for more than, like, two weeks – who’s interested, speak up! Jessica out!

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Okay okay, one more pun. Today’s All Time High? Tush being completely chill with my Florida Thanksgiving plans. It didn’t even put stress on my “emotional intelligence”! Huzzah!