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I touched Gladys Knight's hand!!

It's true! I did!

Last night I stood in line for well over an hour waiting, outside, at war with sand gnats. The worst attack I've ever seen. I think we lost the battle.

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Check out the only video or picture I got of the evening, it is of the crowd battling the bugs, watch for all the swatting.

And I ain't gonna lie, as it came near time to enter the building, and I saw people walk to the front of the line because others held a spot in line for them, I felt like I was in 2nd grade again, muttering "no fair cutting the line" and "if I have to wait this long..." and "if I have to battle the sand gnats for over an hour" and then to see them fill up the good spots when seated, it was no fair.

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But then because I was in the back, I was by the aisle, which Gladys Knight walked through, where she was shaking hands, and lo and behold, she shook mine!!

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Then I thought, maybe the cutters (in line) don't care about shaking (of hands) and so maybe the cutters and the shakers are just where they should be.

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And then I watched the most amazing preformance ever and I was happy and no longer muttering about fairness or the lack there of.

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Until today, as I scratch all the bug bites. Even the 7 bites on my left knee cap alone.

(update: I demanded a recount, it's 9 bites, and that's not including the back of my knee)

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But not really. Actually, I am scratching and floating at the same time.

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Because life is good.

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I love Gladys Knight. And her husband!