So, totally went to the Justin Timberlake concert last night. And, DAMN. I mean, I know I've spoken of his unbelievable hotness before..but, who knew backsweat and pit stains were so sexy? And OH MY GOD, there was this one part? Where...he...I mean I don't even think I can type this out without sounding totally lewd...but let's just say there was a particular thrust onto one of his dancers that was...well...exciting.
Also? The fashion was EXCELLENT. I mean there were tweens wearing every trend at once. Like, leggings, AND skinny jeans, AND faux fur, AND boots over their jeans, AND and empire top with a belt, AND chunky necklaces....I mean it was one hot mess. There was also a middle-aged woman in a hot pink wig. Just to let you know. And, like, I think the shirt with the big thick belt is a cute idea...in theory. But just because it's in style DOES NOT mean it works for you. I mean, that causes some cinching of things that rebel against being cinched. Like, if you got your tight ass skinny jeans on, there's already some muffin-top happening. Then you cinch that wonderful bit of skin just below your boobs and you cause some sort of fat roll that has never existed before. Like, underboob fat or something. I'm just saying, pay attention gals.
And this morning, I naturally had to stop at the Caribou for a Lite White Berry WITH and extra shot of espresso (that makes four!) because the JustLust (new part of my vernacular!) really exhausted me. And I go through the drivethrough, it's a chick. And then out of left field comes my Baristo! He's all "HEY!" and then the chick is all "Oh HEY, can you take over for me?" and books it. Total set up! Am I right? And Baristo is all "Hi how are you?" and I'm all, "I still remember what you look like in full body view, so I will be friendly but not TOO friendly...fine thanks!". He then hands me my coffee and says "Here you go honey."
Whoah. It was a feel good moment.
Oh, and PS? Totally wearing a Justin Timberlake button at work right now. It's my flare.