The proximity of The Dresden Dolls gigs at the weekend is making me feel a bit like a teenager again, that anticipation and slight nervousness that gets the heart a-flutter.
You see, I know where Amanda will be on Thursday evening and I know I could go there and talk to her ... but what would I say? And after my public humilation who would I sell my Roundhouse tickets to (since I obviously couldn't go to the gigs after said humilation)?
And there's going to be a DVD of the event as well. I must look my best and be presentable and proper for meeting Amanda on Saturday when she and Brian will do signing and photos after the show. Gosh.
Erm... how old am I again?
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