I have never been secret about my love affair with Luke Bryan.
If I had the money, I would travel the world to see this man. His voice. His smile. His dancing. Oh…his dancing.
I have seen him twice in concert, including last year, when I purchased a fairly high priced ticket on Stub Hub, and went alone.
Yesterday, I realized that Luke was going to be here on Thursday night.
I posted on Facebook that I could not believe that I wasn’t going to be able to see Luke this year. Now, I realize that to some, it’s just a concert. For me, it’s Luke Bryan.
How could he be coming to Northern California and me not see him?
*Fast forward to this morning*
Alarm goes off. How can it be morning already?!?!
I hit snooze and lay back down. Take that!
Alarm goes off again. Fuck you.
Go outside and smoke. I do not want to go to work today!
Turn on the radio. I still do not want to go to work.
Radio DJ’s remind me that Luke will be here tomorrow. Thanks. I fucking remember.
“You could win tickets to see Luke Bryan!” Really? Ok. I’ll try.
“Not only tickets, pit passes to tomorrow’s show!” Oh fuck!
“Here’s your question: What is Luke’s real first name?” I know this!!
“Call now” Ok, I’m fucking dialing!
RING. RING. RING. RING.
“Hi! What’s the answer?”
THOMAS! IT’S THOMAS LUTHER BRYAN!!!!!
“You’re a winner! You are going to see Luke Bryan tomorrow night!!!”
Oh. My. Fucking. God.
It was not a dream. I won two pit passes to tomorrow night’s show. Luke Bryan. Me. Tomorrow night. Pit passes.
I could pee myself.
Good things happen to those who love Luke Bryan.
And I do.