{monday, monday, monday}

If Cyndi Lauper were twin sisters born in 1980, she and herself would've written and performed Heartthrob exactly as is. But Cyndi Lauper was born in 1953 and wrote a bunch of other stuff, so Tegan and Sara had to do it instead. And I'm glad about it, by the way, because I think Tegan and Sara are tops. Even more tops than Cyndi Lauper.
If you were to take my iPhone {but don't, please} and put the music on shuffle, I can almost guarantee that you'd hear one Tegan and Sara song for every three you listen to. They hooked me a long time ago with So Jealous and have since provided the soundtrack for a lot of sweet and sour moments in my wee history. Road trips and hang-outs and lazy mornings and late nights and early work commutes and laying-on-the-floor-cryings and all that. We're like best friends who know everything about each other and who have been there for each other through thick and thin but really, actually, we're also, like, complete strangers. Which is ok, I guess.
Anyway. All that to say that when the amazing and fantastic and wonderful and best Ashley Kelly called me last Friday and told me she'd bought tickets for me and her for Monday, Monday, Monday to see T&S in concert, I was beside myself. Like a twin sister.
On the very, very sad side, however, Hannah got storm-stayed in Moose Jaw with her ticket and a broken heartthrob and couldn't make it. So, Hannah, these are for you. I wish you could've been there. Next time, I will calm the storm and grow wings and fly to you and pluck you from your couch and take you to the show. The show was brilliant, by the way. After seeing them live, I became even more convinced that we'll all three be best friends one day. And Tegan will be all, "Suzy! Come to my birthday party!" and I'll be all, "Oh rats, I already promised Sara I'd go to her birthday party!" and they'll fight over me and name a CD after me.