Sting!

Tonight, J and I are going to see the Police in concert, thanks to a good friend with a box. I love Sting. I’ve loved Sting for years, Not only do I like his music, but he sure is purty. It kind of kills me, though, that he’s been purty the entire 20 years I’ve been a fan, while I’ve gotten distinctly less so.

Unfortunately, I’ve lost my glasses, so I won’t be able to truly appreciate how cute he is, but I can still appreciate the music. And the fact that I’m sitting in a box and can go to the bathroom without tripping past rows of feet and then walking for miles.

I think I’ll bring my knitting.