Thanks to Saturday Night Live, I had a badass weekend. It involved a mini Paul McCartney concert, a Nirvana reunion, and a chat with the King of Rock and Roll– Mr. David Grohl.
I’m not quite sure how to spell all the high pitched shrieking reactions that are shooting through my brain right now, so I thought I’d post some pics instead. Suffice to say, Dave was the nicest and the best, took a selfie with me, and told me I’m a really good guitar player. It’s only upwards from here.
May all of your wildest dreams come true this holiday season! Except for the one about having a boyfriend made of cotton candy… He’d probs just melt in the rain.