I am in love with her. I want to be her. If I can't be her, I want to be her best friend. Her concert was amazing. She is so talented, and she just kicks ass. I love all her songs about not putting up with stuff from guys. And when she sang "New Strings," which is one of my favorites, it was so awesome I wanted to laugh and cry all at the same time. My favorite lyric of the night: "Well I'll keep drinkin' and you'll keep gettin' skinnier, Hey I'm just like you only prettier."

Here is a picture of her on the tour bus before her show last night from the Tribune website. She is so hot. And you know what I love about her? She's not super skinny. She looks good.


This picture is from this article on the Tribune website called "Miranda Lambert is Hardcore." Love it. She is.


Rachel and I met up with Ryan and his friend Rita after the concert and went to a few bars. Rita was already kind of drunk when we met up with her and was teasing Ryan a lot, which was awesome, because he's usually not on the receiving end of that. We ended up at Skylark since they have cheap drinks, and at that point, everyone was having fun. Not long after we got to Skylark, Rachel started talking about a boy she was dating, and this led to some giggly girl talk. I looked at Ryan and felt kind of bad for him, since there wasn't much he could really contribute to the conversation. But he had to know that hanging out with three drunk girls would result in something like this. He got up to go to the bathroom, and Rita thought it would be really funny if we drank all his beer while he was gone. So we were all passing it back and forth, and Rita said something funny while Rachel was drinking, and Rachel burst out laughing and sprayed beer all over the table. Hilarious.

So when Ryan came out of the bathroom, Rita and Rachel were coming back with paper towels, and I was just laughing and laughing. He asked twice what happened, but we were laughing too hard to answer. So he grabbed his coat and left.

What a baby. He is the youngest child, and it shows. I realize that we should have behaved better, but walking out was not the way to handle it. Especially because he left Rita; they are friends at work, this is the first time they'd hung out together outside of work, Rita was kind of nervous about it, and then he just left her with two girls she'd just met.

After he left, the following text conversation took place:

Me: Are you seriously mad that we drank your beer? Wtf?

Ryan: Wtf? F- yourself. Wasn't having fun with you guys.

Me: I'm sorry to hear that. But everyone's upset now. Rita is not happy that you left her. I'm taking the girls home after this drink.

Ryan: And I don't give a F-.

Me: Seriously? I'm disappointed. I thought you were better than that.

Ryan: Are you F-ing kidding me?

Me: No, really.

Ryan: I'm disappointed.

Me: I'm sorry we were being too girly. But you could've handled it differently. Don't ever call me a F-ing drama queen again.

Ryan: F- yourself. You are a drama queen.

Me: You are going to F- yourself. Cuz no one else is going to if you act like this.

Ryan: Good, cause the people that thought this was wrong, I don't want anyway.


Can you even believe this??? Ok, I was not very nice/mature, but I don't appreciate being told to F- myself. So then, of course, this led to lots of Ryan bashing, which I feel bad about. I told Rita some of what was going on between us (but not details), which I shouldn't have done since they work together and I don't want her to think badly of him. But she was telling me stuff about him, too. And hopefully she won't remember it all; she was pretty drunk.

The good thing is that I think I made a new friend out of this. Rita is really cool. She moved to the city pretty recently and is having trouble making girlfriends here, and Rachel and I both really liked her. We're supposed to go walking on the lakefront trail tomorrow.

As for Ryan, I don't even know what to think. Pete called late last night, and he thinks I need to just be done with him. But it's hard. There are so many great things about him, but he is so emotionally immature. Walking out like that is something I could imagine my little brother doing. And actually, I think my brother is a little more mature than that now. Ryan and I were supposed to go out to Ann Sather for cinnamon rolls this morning and watch football at a bar later today, and I haven't heard from him. I am going to wait for him to call me, but then I'm not sure how I should play it. I feel like he owes all of us an apology, but I feel like I should apologize for making him feel left out. Although, I did apologize when we were texting last night, and he told me to F- myself.

I think I need to:

Grab the wheel and point it west,
Pack the good and leave rest,
I'll drive until I find the missing piece
You said I wouldn't get too far
On a tank of gas and an empty heart
But I got everything I'll ever need
I got this old guitar and a brand new set of strings

Oh Miranda, how I love you.

Anyway, the point is that I need to get the f- out of Chicago.