What’s Australian for awesome? Colin Hay.
Simply cannot wait for tomorrow night’s show. He’s fantastic and I’m totally a creepy-ass stalker so that should make for a fun evening for him. Seriously though? I’m putting an original ticket from my first concert in 1983 in my back pocket. Men at Work were a fun 1980’s act but Mr. Hay is a truly gifted singer and songwriter. It’s been 28 years, and I’m still a huge fan. I have an uncanny feeling that somehow, some way, we’re going to meet tomorrow evening. I’m going to pull out that ticket stub and Mr. Hay will be speechless. He’ll embrace me with a tearful grin and we’ll run off together into the blissful Australian horizon.
Now, let’s hope I don’t *accidentally* put my tongue in his ear this time.
Not that it’s happened before. Outside of my dreams, that is.
Cheers. Girl, Corrupted will be down under if you need her.