WTF?! Free tics to KOL?! OMG!!!!

It's official, my day has been made, thanks to a combination of the fabulous boys of KOL, my bf, Sam, and her deliciously kind mama who accomplished something that every parent should strive to do at least once in their parenting life: She bought her daughter (aka Sam) and a friend (aka Me) 6th row concert tickets for an amazingly dirty and delectable band (aka Kings of Leon). Sixth row concert tickets in front of the band's amazingly delectable bass guitarists, Jared Followill.

Now, if you have not yet had the pleasure of meeting the Followill boys through their innovative melodies and shrewd lyrics, please, allow me to introduce you: http://www.myspace.com/kingsofleon.

These, my dear reader, are not only astonishingly talented musicians, these are artists concerned with the prosperity of their fans. Artists who are willing to share lyrics about their own debacles for the sake of educating listeners about the heart, relationships, and life. AKA love, sex, and rock and roll.
For example, pay close attention to the lyrics in "Soft" and kindly keep them in mind the next time you try to seduce that fair maiden with your stoned and drunken charms. And if you ever find it difficult to restrain those sexual urges without the proper protection in place, simply call to mind the infamous "Pistol of Fire." On a more sedated note, take a second in those hard times when you've got to pull yourself up by your bootstraps, and sing a couple lines from "Cold Desert."

Ah, yes, the men of Kings of Leon are outrageous, talented, and unparalleled.

And I will be there, once again, to witness them at their best. Sam and I will be the two in the 6th row, standing in awe of the beauty and talent that is Kings of Leon.
"Good time to roll on."