Deftones happiness

Finally the day was here, when the tickets to the gig in London with Deftones was released.

I was walking back from the river in a slow pace, when I saw an email on my phone about the tickets. My pace was suddenly speeded up. It felt like I was miles away from the flat.

I ran up the stairs, straight to my laptop, power on, impatiently waiting (but blessing it for not being slow) for me to be able to click my way to happiness.

And when I had bought the tickets, I called Andrew, who I had already last week decided was going to come with me, but he didn't answer. I sent a text. I sent another one. And then I waited. Wanting to shout out the news to the world, but wanted to tell him first.

Finally I got a text saying "Call me". So I did. And I made his day. I made my day. And it's only two weeks. Two weeks from today, we're at the venue, waiting for this amazing band to come on and it will be the second time in 8 months that we will see them.

I'm tired now. All this excitement is tiring. But a happy tiredness. I even managed to let out a happy sigh, according to Mie.

2 weeks.