Buble and the Britches!

My girlfriend and I went to see Michael Buble and it was by far the best concert I've seen so far and I've seen quite a few as of late...Billy Joel, Elton John, Hall and Oats, Air Supply, Barbra Streisand...but I tell ya, he was incredible...the band was amazing, he was in top form and omg the guy is sooooo funny...It was hilarious...he and the band totally entertained the whole time...he'd be off stage in the audience and then his band would do crazy things...you could totally see they were having a great time....and then he sung "Home" and dedicated it to Canada, his home. And the entire back wall showed video footage of Edmonton, recent Edmonton with snow and all. It was great! Everyone stood up after and he was so humble, too... I've decided I love him! Him and Criss Angel, who I can't believe I love but I'll explain all that later. I think I'll put their pics up here somewhere, too. Ya..cool...

But in the meantime, back to Buble (pronounced Boo-blay but I can't do the french accent thing over the 'e' on here)

Ahem....

So, me and Nina are sooo excited 'cause we're going to see Michael Buble. We'd heard that girls throw their underwear at him on stage and so we went and got giant granny panties to throw, too. So, we go out to dinner and start writing our thing on them: "Buble! Not too big for OUR britches!" and everyone all around us comes up to peek and laugh and all the waiters help us by getting us black markers and taking pictures and all this stuff...It was hilarious and so much fun! Then we get to the concert and we line up our best line of execution and get a security guard in on it with us. She says she'll let us in. We tell her we'll come about a half hour into it. A half hour later we get there but it's a new security guard and she's a total....well, she's not nice...and she says "No one goes down there without a ticket!" So, we take off and go to the next aisle down 'cause we'd met that security guard, too. And she's like..."uh...um, well, okay...but hurry then" So, we get down there, perfect view of the stage and there he is, Buble, like twenty feet in front of us. I'm just about to hurl the gonch (or ginch or gich or goch, whatever you call 'em...grannies) but then Buble suddenly saunters off to let his band do a set. Rats! So, we sit down to wait...like two giddy idiots...forty-year-old giddy idiots! But then that mean guard shows up...she'd followed us! And she's barking at us to leave blah blah blah...but there's no way we're not gonna do this...we'd worked too hard...people were relying on us now! With this thick and heavy on our minds, suddenly Nina assumes some sort of football position that I can only guess she learned from her teenage sons and blocks the security hag and yells "Now, Kami!" At first I'm kinda stunned as I see my best friend hulking up like that but then I come to my senses, break loose, clutch the bundled up ginormous grannies and run, like the bionic woman as close as I can to the stage... I can hear the hag yelling 'heeeeeeeey', like a slo mo record as I clutch my precious skivvies. I try to imagine Nina taking down the hag but no- I've got to focus now... Then, with all my might I throw. I force those babies as far as I can. And, it's like time stops as we all, me, Nina, Hag and the other thousands of unsuspecting fans watch the cotton gusseted wad lob into the air. Then whump! It lands. A perfect delivery, on stage, right by the speakers. We smile, me and Nin. Our work is done. We blow off Hag like a mosquito and return to our seats.

And to make the whole thing utterly anti-climactic, later Buble found them and picked them up...but he was singing at the time so he just handed them, fluttering and white to one of his band guys.

But it didn't matter in the end. We did the deed. We completed the mission. Me and my best friend threw ginormous granny panties at Michael Buble and as the picture indicates...no one got hurt...

THE END

I'll get to some more emails on the morrow my pretties!