Did I mention I love Darren Hayes?

I have thrown quite a bit of caution (not to mention money) to the wind and decided I am going to the Darren Hayes concert. This man has reached deep inside my soul and wrenched poetry from it; and no, it's not as painful as it sounds, it's breathtaking. When I die, I want a Darren Hayes track playing at my funeral. Doesn't matter which it is, just make sure he wrote and sang it. Come to think of it, I want one of his songs playing at every critical juncture of my life - when I have my first child, for instance. I'll have the doctors play I Knew I Loved You. That's perfect. At first, I didn't know if I was going to make it to the concert on account of all the work, but I now have a study advisor, which takes a minor load off of me.  (Tangent: Goldfinger was so sweet and sent me concert info to tide me over. Can't believe we're at the same university and still haven't seen each other.) Though the heat is still on. Still, on Friday, went out with my best friend and Sittha and his friends to a club and danced most of the night away. Thank the good Lord I was fighting my way to the ladies' room when Chol (I think his name is Chol. Truthfully, I always call him 'the light one' for obvious reasons) decided that projectile vomiting was just what the night needed. Ugh. Sittha was a contender for my dancing queen position; liquor really loosens him up. However, being sober has its moments - the main one is that I could dance without falling over in a sweaty boozed-up heap. I love that he just let go of all his inhibitions though. Makes me feel better for going nuts on the dance floor. He can't steal my title, but he's definitely the first runner-up. And now, gotta go back to work and maybe daydream a bit about Darren Hayes writing a song for me. A girl can dream, can't she?

Final thought: Darren Hayes. Just wanted to say his name.