Celine stood us up.
Three times.
They said it was her throat. They lied.

Her husband is gravely ill.
I feel awful being selfishly grumpy about my #vacationfail (thank you Jimmy Fallon for giving my disorder a name.)

To drown my sorrows I ate an entire packet of skittles (Sugar is my drug of choice) as I tried to come to terms with the news of the third concert cancellation and her retirement from the stage until March 2015.

Then we went to Britney Spears.

She blew my mind. In a good way. She was fit, focused, and on form.
(She just wasn’t Celine and I can’t fault her for that.)

Our quest for Celine will continue…