So my friend Sam informs me that she has
(des
pite her understandable reservations about the quality) secured tickets to see Katy Perry at Nokia.
We had VIP pit passes so we didn't have to mingle with lowly commoners!
I saw Demi Lovato enter in the door just before us.
Then Sam's friend's co-worker reluctantly gave us drink tickets, which when added to the carafe of Sake from Katsuya = GAME ON.
Two amazing things happened this night.
1.) I saw Noah Cyrus.
Google her if you don't know (you should see as many pictures as possible) but TLDR, she's Miley's 10 year old sister.
I tap her gently on the shoulder and ask for a photo.
THIS BITCH DON'T EVEN FLINCH.
Then one of her friends (clearly she doesn't have adult supervision, clearly) says in what you imagine to be the most blase teenage disinterest/attitude and multiply it by the celebrity/child star trickle down dickery. Amazing.
Shut down by the KID SISTER of a Disney Star.
Amazing item #2)
So I wore an outfit very Katy inspired (photos as evidence) and I was walking to the restroom when a girl around 8 or so years old stops me and with DETERMINED eyes asks,
"OMG are you Katy Perry?"
She has another little friend and they're both looking up at me, so very hopeful.
I kinda go, UHHHHH... and I'm about to let them know that it's not quite the case when one of their Dads goes
"YEAH, YEAH YOU ARE!"
Then obviously following the lying parent's suit, I confirm that I, Erin the IIIrd esquire, am Katy Perry.
She asks for a picture and being the most gracious celebrity, I oblige.
Then I went along my merry way to running up the stairs to hide in the bathroom, because I saw one start to follow me.
I lied to a kid and it was the best thing I've ever done.
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