This week the only thing on my mind has been Beyonce. A little sad? Maybe. A lot true? Absolutely. She absolutely killed the
Superbowl Halftime Show (I'm a Niners fan and was watching the game in the city, but let's face it, I was really there for her), announced her 2013 world tour,
The Mrs. Carter Show, released
this enticing promotional video, and looked awesome doing all of it.
I'm writing this post because it's no secret that I'm slightly obsessed, and because today marks what must surprisingly be considered a great achievement: I succeeded in getting tickets to her San Jose show in July! After no luck yesterday during her VIP release (it sold out in five minutes), I brought in the troops for today's MasterCard presale. After succeeding in the vicious process this morning, I shakily told my friend, "I feel like I won the Hunger Games." It's crazy out there on the ticket-purchasing interwebs.
So I'm giddily preparing myself for five months from now when I get to see the woman I believe to be the biggest superstar out there belt it out live and in person. Realization of a dream right here, baby, and I know she won't disappoint. I just wish I had the talent, tenacity, and glamour she has in her little finger. And now, as my cousin Ashley declared, it's time to start preparing our dance moves.
