Spoiled Princess

Last night, my parents gave me a car.  Not this car, but one that looks a lot like it:

Actually, it was my mom who did that.

Not to be bested, my dad, who'd been in the wine, bought three tickets for this:

One for me, one for the Bean, one for him.  Dad's first Rush Concert.  The Bean's second (he was like 9 or 10 the first time... this is his first as an "adult.")  My FIFTH.  Because I am both hard-core and a dude who graduated high school in 1989.

Only I'm not really either of those things.

But whatever.

Because I AM a spoiled, spoiled little princess.  Whose parents love her.

Who gets to see Rush and gets a new car (note:  new to me.  not really new.) next week.

Yay, me!  WIN WIN WIN!