Last night's concert was lit. Justin, Juliana, and Tony came to pick us up a few minutes before seven, because they wanted to arrive early and get some drinks. The Richmond Raceway is about nineteen minutes from my house, but it was going to take us an exaggerated amount of time to find a good parking spot.
I have no idea what Justin had done, but he surprised us with VIP tour package tickets. Those had been sold out when I checked the website. Thanks to his magic: we got front row seats, early entry to the venue, and some special Teddy Swims t-shirts. We tried to reimburse him for our tickets, but my sweet ex-boyfriend refused to take a dime from Amelia and me. He said to consider it an early Christmas gift.
We took some pictures in the Interactive Bad Dream Photobooth, and we also got
