Before you start reading these Friday letters, you should know that I saw Taylor Swift, Ed Sheeran, and Casey James in concert on Tuesday and I haven't been able to think about anything else since then. #bestnightever
Dear T. Swift, you put on a freaking fantastic concert. I was literally more excited than some of the twelve year old girls wearing red tutus, red lipstick, and t-shirts with ironed-on lyrics. Dear Ed Sheeran, you are a musical genius. How the heck do you stand on a stage without a band and create that sound by yourself? How? Magic? Pure genius. Dear Casey James, you were a surprise, to say the least. I actually had no idea you were opening before Ed Sheeran, but I didn't hate it. All I want to know, is how you kept your hair looking flawless in this Kansas humidity. Because my hair looked like a giant frizzy disaster. Half curly, half straight. It didn't know who it wanted to be. Tell me your secrets.
Linking up with Ashley from The Sweet Season.