Miss Moz

Talk about being in the wrong place at the wrong time.
Talk about something that feels so right, but is so very wrong.

Here's what I'm talkin about:

*sarah and I spent Sunday night munching $3 veggie burgers and poundin $1.50 PBRs at Sugar Mom's in Philly. It was heavenly.
Little did we know, Morrissey was just nine blocks away.
Not only that, he was at Sugar Mom's sister bar, Tattooed Mom.
WTF MORRISSEY.
THIS IS WHAT MY FACE LOOKED LIKE (a little less manly) WHEN I FOUND OUT:


Only good news is, Moz acted like a dick, so we missed having our dreams of the great pompadoured one shattered. Philly didn't let him get away with the rude 'tude. WERD. Bar brawls ensued. DOUBLE WERD.
Read it here: Morrissey Drama at T-Mom's

AND: Last night I saw him for real at the Mann in Philly. Barely. What's up balcony seats.
Drank a bottle of mango Malibu before the show cuz my lover was tryin to be classy. You know what's classy? Reading the label before you buy so you don't accidentally buy a bottle of liquor that's only 40 proof. DOUBLE DAYUM.

ANYWAY: THE MOZ STILL GOTS IT.
The swagger, the mic whipping, the VOICE.
The bare chest. He changed his shirt 4 times. SO WHAT?? LIKE YOU'D SING IN A SWEATY SHIRT, GOD!
Marry me. Oh yeah ...
(insert Will Never Marry joke [A song which he did not play, a sad reality that was he compensated for by opening with The Queen Is Dead] here).
That was lame, I'm done.