Maybe I shouldnt have let dad guilt me into accepting the tickets. Maybe I shouldn't have gone to the concert. I shouldn't have gotten drunk. So if I shouldn't have, why did I still do it? I would have been sitting at home, watching the paint dry in my ratty pajamas, vegging out. But unfortunately for me, I was staring into the face of an utter ,albeit handsome, . And that was very pissed. Honestly, I don't remember how it happened, seeing as I was drunk. Maybe he wouldn't have been so pissed if I hadn't puked on his guitar. If I were again completely honest, I had no idea he was a celebrity. You don't meet one everyday , much less piss him off. I didn't use to...but now I do.