Didn’t expect to have as much fun as I did, only because I’ve never been to a concert before and didn’t know what to expect.
I got standing tickets, I was worried that my semi-short ass wouldn’t be able to see well, so I brought my glasses. It was actually quite fun. I was close enough to see the sweat dripping off this guys forhead, and omg is he much cuter in person.
I somehow ended up engaging with this tall, English doctor who was there on vacation with some of his friends.
Random indeed.
He turned out to be pretty cool; I can honestly say I dug his vibe. His friend, who was much more extroverted offered to buy me a drink, which I capitalized on. It gave me the opportunity to talk to this dude—lets all him Homy. I’d gone to the concert alone, and I was content with staying alone, until a free drink come into the picture. Left to talk to Homy, we spoke about music and then, somehow, the black spirit and it’s strength.
Heavy for a concert? I don’t think so. I like having deep conversation no matter where I am. I know most other people don’t though, so to be having it with some random, black British doctor at a Drake concert no less, had me pretty intrigued.
When Drake came on, I lost my mind.
Not really, I’ve got pretty great composure, but I was liiiiitttyyyy.
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