I might have gone to a Kelly Clarkson concert. I might have stood in the rain with Fellow Fanatic/BFF Alison — swaying and singing all the while.
I might have screamed such sentiments as "I love you, Kelly!" and the ever-classic "woo hoo."
I might have gotten jiggy with it.
I might have purchased a totally rockadelic Kelly Clarkson T-Shirt. (That I will so totally wear, Adam.)
I might be 25 years old. And I might have made a pact with Fellow Fanatic/BFF Alison to see our girl Kelly every time she has a concert in Utah. Yes, a pact.
Shhhhhh.
Don't tell Adam.
