Club Monaco vest and tshirt, Vince pants, Giuseppe Zanotti c/o DSW shoes, Dior Sunglasses
I was at a Bruno Mars concert last night that was amazing. That little guy can sang! He's also the tiniest little hottie ever. When he was singing some Ginuwine, I just wanted to put him in my pocket like a little pocket vibrator that sings My Pony. Bruno aside however, I was shocked to discover that there were concert goers that did not quite understand concert etiquette. For one, you don't block a thirty-something cougar from rushing her way to the front. Second, if you're standing on the floor, don't turn around looking at me with disgust because you got pushed a little bit. Hello, you're at the front, did you think that you were entitled to standing there just because you're standing there? Move over bitch! If you don't want to get pushed, go stand in the back with the other losers. If you're in the front, dig your heels in and stake your claim to see your man! Third, don't get annoyed when the Asian chick behind you starts screaming "I want to bite your toosh Bruno Mars" Last time I checked, we were at a concert, not the library, so put your stink-eye away. So, in total, if you're going to be at a concert, standing at the front, you better be annoyingly fun, because you being normal is actually what is the most annoying.
Svelte Metals and Hermes bracelets, Vita Fede, Cartier and my own rings
