Thank you for the music, the songs I'm singing

I have the best friends in the world. No argument. They win, hands down.

Cos, not only do they put up with my crap daily, and stay up late to watch movies with me, and vacuum my floor, cook AMAZING meals, laugh at my lame attempts at humour, plan to travel Europe with me, love me even when I'm being a dick... not only all of that, but they also know how to do a send off present with style.

First, they come to watch me singing on the worship team at church for the first time. Which I was so nervous about, and really thankful to see their supportive faces smiling up at me.

Then they plan a surprise evening which totally blew me away. Got all dressed up, having no idea where they were taking me. Bex lent me her cardi as well, gratefully received since all of mine were in the wash.
Then off we go... to the Empire Hotel for dinner! LoveloveLOVE these girls. We were laughing so much and telling the best of stories nostalgia has to offer, and taking - or rather, trying really hard to take - photos of the hot waiter guy, who Rosie pointed out really wasn't incredibly hot but hot enough to get our attention. And the food was delicious! Note to self: invest in a good lime sauce so then when I cook fish it has half a chance of tasting THAT good.
Seriously great memories were made right there.

Then, we all pile back into the car, after giggling past the disputed-hot-waiter, and start heading down Broadway.
Car pulls in to the side. Rosie turns around. Hands me a ticket. Alice: you're getting out here; have fun! Look at ticket. E-ticket to the... wait.. does that say... THE TEN TENORS?!?!?!
Holy Crap!!!
*squeals ensue* I'm close to tears.
They pretty much have to shove me out the car door. But once I'm out I'm gone, skip-running across the road, laughing to myself in squeaks.

In the door, head up to the Circle, after trying to go through the wrong door. Find my seat, and it's actually a pretty good spot... extra point to the girls.

I could not sit still, waiting for the show to begin. I was looking around EVERYWHERE; spent a particular amount of time studying the patterns on the roof, and the montage scenic painting above the stage.

Show begins, and by golly, the best show I HAVE EVER SEEN. Those ten gentlemen have the most amazing voices.
If you haven't heard them before, check them out here.
I am seriously in love with these guys. They have my heart forever. (Although Alice pointed out later that they will have to share it with Sam Tsui, Kurt Schneider, UC men's Octet, Joey Richter, and Fatty, to name a few).

But, wow, those boys know how to put on a performance.

And they were completely and utterly in tune,and on time, in sync. perfect to a fault.
It was faultless
And perfect
And I love them.

Don't know that all the crowd was quite as enthusiastic as me, but bugger it I don't care. I was having fun. Singing along, clapping, cheering, wolf-whistling. Little loner went hard.

They finished their encore with Nessun Dorma, at which point I and about a third of the crowd gave them a standing ovation. They truly deserved it - and screw you old people who didn't bother to pay them their dues.

Not only that, but they did signings afterward. Just so happens I had made friends with the Regent's manager at Half-time, so he went and got me a poster, so I got the ten best tenors in the world to sign not only the dvd/cd pack I got, but also an epic poster!

So again, I state: I have the BEST friends in the world!

I also have enough memories to create all the elaborate fantasies about beautiful singing guys I could ever dream of.


Thank you besties.
My heart is content.