I got a spur of the moment invite to a Jazz game last week. By spur of the moment, I mean about 15 min. Don't guys realize girls need at least an hour to re-fluff and pick out a decent outfit? Our tickets ended up being 5th row (I won't even tell you the price on the ticket), but it was pretty sweet. I felt like I could get asked to sub-in at any moment.
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I've never been so jealous of you in my life.
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