Sighting

Met you at the Bus stop waiting to go to the festival. You stared down the bus driver to make sure he stopped for us. We ended up standing on the bus packed like sardines. After almost falling into me, you introduced yourself. I believe your name is Christy or Christa. (Im really terrible with names though. Especially on a loud bus fighting to keep standing) you said your favorite band there was Nickelback and that you were going to do anything to get a front row spot for their performance.

I didn’t think to ask for your number or to stay in contact. Worked up the courage to ask the second day of the festival but we did not get to the bus stop at the same time nor were we on the same bus.

Would love to chat more.

A photo of Nickelback and my terrible attempts at being funny.