I have one more draft from last year saved on Blogger, so here it is.
Sometime last July it was Mormon Night at the Dodgers. I've never attended a Mormon-specific sporting event (is it odd that I find that concept odd?), so I decided to go. MCB, Kirsten, Becca, Jonathan and I all drove together.
Doyer dog, and decided that was the way to go. Chili, nacho cheese, jalepenos, tomatoes, onions - yum! Baseball games are the only time it's worth eating a hot dog. Except maybe on the 4th of July at a BBQ.
A little while after that I went back to Phoenix for a week, mostly to go to the Katy Perry concert. I met King, Keri, and Megs at Five Guys for dinner, before our short walk to the theater. We'd all decided months earlier during a trivia night that we needed to see a true pop princess at one point in our lives. I'm still a little bitter that I got $10 lawn tickets to see Britney Spears one summer, and then she injured her knee, cancelled her tour, met KFed and it was all downhill from there. Katy Perry would have to be it. We missed out on the actual sale of the tickets, so we had to scrounge a bit, but we got some.
Maybe I should've dressed up like these girls?
Robyn opened. I LOVE HER.
Those pants. Those shoes. Those moves. That attitude.
She is the reason that I could, in good conscience, buy Katy Perry tickets. Too bad most of the Phoenix crowd isn't sophisticated enough to appreciate her.