Yeah, so, like every other woman over 40 I’m completely in love with Lizzo. A few days before Halloween she came to San Francisco for two nights, and she was good as hell.
My sister Michelle and I had such a good time. The audience was the nicest and most polite audience I’ve ever seen at a concert.
I saw a woman trying to take a selfie in the restroom, and another woman (a stranger!) said, “You look so great. Let me take that photo for you.”
The crowd was mainly women and gay men, so it was also the most apologetic group ever.
“No, I’m sorry.”
“No, no. It was my fault.”
“No, I’m sorry. You first.”
Since the concert was a few nights before Halloween, and I knew everyone would have a 100% That Bitch shirt I decided to get something a little different.
Of course, my silly shirt wasn’t the best outfit at the concert. While waiting in line to get into the concert, I saw the most amazing jacket. I couldn’t stop staring at it, and repeatedly asking Michelle, “Whooooooose jacket is this?”
Sometimes I just text her this photo and ask her again, “Whooooooose jacket is this?” I will never not be funny to me.