Miss You

Is it possible to have a-- as my friend quoted-- 'concert hangover' this long?

I couldn't stop recalling those minutes (I couldn't say hours; we were only in the hall for, say, one and a half hours?) of watching Foster the People live. I even remembered why I was jumping because it wasn't because of the beat that made me so energetic.

But because I wanted to see Pontius.

There. Guilty as charged.

So you can imagine that weekend, so hyped up about the concert that I've been scanning through the papers for the concert article. Heck, I even cut it out and framed it up.

And I realized how useful that experience it was for me. One time, when there was awkward silent moment between us cousins, it was a good ice breaker topic.

"Guess what? I went to catch Foster the People the other day!"

And then, we had something to talk about. Whether they didn't like Pumped Up Kicks because of the dark message the song carries, or because they are not into going to the concerts, at least we were talking, right?

Sigh, what an evening it was. When the latest Hot! magazine issue was out, I immediately flipped through the pages to see if the picture of the three of us was published and there it was. I'd show it, but I'm lazy to upload it now. Maybe next time.