Don't be mad.
I'm going to see my man... er, Maxwell, in concert with my other man... er, Common.
(Oh, and Chrisette Michelle will be there, too.)
Uh, huh—my husband hooked it up.
Got me two tickets and a hotel room for my birthday (it's Oct. 21, but I celebrate all month long... word.)
I just love me some Nick Chiles, particularly when he hooks me up with hot dates... er, concert tickets.
I get one ticket.
The other is for Angelou.
We're going to be road trippin' to North Cackalacky for the next two days to see the concert.
Yes, like my girl Akilah over at Execumama, I cross state lines for Max.
There will be lots of shenanigans on the way to the concert venue.
And especially when my man... er, Maxwell takes the stage.
Adult elixirs may be involved.
And I expect to thoroughly lose my mind when he leans into that mic and lets that falsetto loose.
And don't get me started about what I might do when he gets to gyrating those hips.
It's. About. To. Go. Down.
I'll see you all on Thursday.
(P.S.: I know this ain't got nan thing to do with babies or moms, but good grief, we gotta have our fun sometimes don't we? )