Dear Madonna,
How are things? Silly question, probably, considering how (1) you’re in the throes of love woes; and (2) you’re probably not even reading this. But just in case you Google “Tulsa” and “Madonna” while bored this week, here goes …
I was supposed to see you in Houston, but circumstances are preventing me — and two fabulous friends, who would LOVE for me to tell you hello — from attending your concert at Minute Maid Park on Nov. 16. Whimper, whimper, sniff, sniff, pass the Kleenex and gimlets (my new fave drink, but more on that later).
So I’m writing you to say, “Hey! Come to Tulsa! We’ve had our shots!” Yeah, that should be the arena’s new slogan. Oooh, really, can you imagine that in neon? OK, nevermind. Anyway ...
OK, bye, love "Give It 2 Me" -- Jason Ashley.
Sorry, Sweet Reader, it's 1,000-o-clock, and I'm sitting here at work trying to come up with Tuesday's column topic -- and, as you may have surmised, NOT coming up with one.
Actually, scarily enough, this blog entry WAS going to be my column topic. But then I thought, "Hmm, do I want to (1) relate to my readers or (2) alienate them even farther/further than I already have." So I opted for No. 1, as I'm ALL about pleasing people and having paychecks.
Peace, love and sniff-sniff-gimlets ... xoxo
