Also, I think this one will succeed better than the other poor blogs because I want to use it as a sort of tour journal. I need somewhere to unload all of my tour memories before I begin to forget crucial events that happened during tour (like what Megan ate after the walk in Foxboro or what color socks I wore to Hartford...these are things that need to be remembered!!). Plus, if you know me then you know that I love nothing more than to talk about Hanson. That is actually the main reason I have faith in this blog. I will be excited to relive all of my precious tour memories. Maybe not though? Maybe it will put me into a serious depression when I realize that tour is over and I need to get back to reading about the Yin and Yan of American Culture, and go work floorsets at AE and have REAL responsibilities. It is so easy to live a life where your number one priority is getting front row and not getting lost. The latter is easier said than done. I still feel euphoric even though my last show was October 28th. I feel like I am leaving in the morning to go to another one, and then I wake up and reality hits me in the head like a brick. The one thing that keeps me on the edge of my seat is that I know that Hanson will be touring again soon. I just know it. There are so many miles still to be walked, so the saga will continue and there will not be another Hanson tour dry spell. There wont. I think starting tommorow (or within the next week/month/year) I will start blogging about everything imaginable from tour while it is still remotely fresh in my mind. Yes, that sounds like a great plan.
On another note, I recently realized how terrible I am at charades. It is painful, so from the bottom of my heart I am warning you to never play it with me. I am awkward and embarassing and I'm pretty sure I make the whole room feel incredibly uncomfortable within 2 or 3 seconds of watching me try to play the game. Some people are so good at it. Five year olds are better at it than me. This sudden realization has really taken a toll on me. It crushed any of my future dreams of becoming a famous actress who makes millions and millions of dollars for each one of my 10 box office hits per year. I guess it's a really good thing I never actually dreamed about that. I would be screwed.

Until next time, I will leave you with warning number two: (NEVER eat my muffins)
love ya!