I met Ariana Grande today. She was very nice and sweet (from what I could gather.)
Factoids about my day:
- The line was huge and reached around the block
- I almost didn’t get to meet her because the people at Planet Hollywood decided to cut us off.
- Mama Grande put a stop to that
- I rambled to Ariana about how it was an honor and privilege to meet her, kept rambling about my tallness while she hugged and sat down for a photo (I had to kneel; THAT’S HOW MUCH OF A SIZE DIFFERENCE THERE WAS)
- I thanked her for the photo and apologized for my rambling
- I met Frankie
- I apologized for initially ignoring Frankie when I saw him ( He says he took no offense after repeated insistence by me that I was sorry)
- I proclaimed my love for Frankie
- We chatted about insomnia ( He hadn’t slept for 3 days. I didn’t get any sleep last night myself)
- He excused himself and I met Joan
- Joan is the nicest momma ever
- I love Joan. She knows my name.
- I will be seeing her again at the concert on the 28th. She says I gotta greet her when I see her
- Ariana was escorted away. I apologized for my earlier ramblings again.
- I bid Joan adieu.
- I gave my twitter handle to some dude so Ariana could follow me.
- Today was a good day.
- Also got swag.
For Lady Twin (Kylie). Hope you enjoy my quarter-assed costume. Yes, I walked around in flip flops and with my pants like that.
My father takes the blurriest photos
There is my ugly mug to the left (or right, whatever) caught in the middle of saying hi and there’s Victoria, looking all nice and actually expecting a photo. I’m a doofus
