Miiiiiisssyyyyyyy!

I was too entranced by Missy Higgins' voice, adorable banter, sweet little gingham shirt dress and delightfully tousled hair to be one of those jackasses who takes a zillion camera phone pics during the show. But I was close, very close to her oohey loveliness -- closer than I used to have to run from my room to Lil E's crib in the middle of the night in our old apartment when he breathed heavy or turned over or did something completely alarming like that in the early days of motherhood -- and she captured me with every song.
Love love love her even more now. Not enough to outspend the ticket price on a t-shirt but certainly enough that I've been singing her songs, laughing to myself about her little stories and trying to figure out a way to get on that big yellow tour bus just to say "EeeeeIthinkyouareACE,MissyHiggins,pleasebemyfriend!" Since I'm sort of preoccupied by other things like...I don't know, raising a child and working and thriving in my new life...these plans may not actually work.
However, I can still convince myself that, despite the lights and what I've heard in almost every single VH1 behind-the-something special, she could, in fact see me when she was looking out at the audience soulfully over the piano.
Right? Probably. Yeah. For sure. Totally for sure.
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