Best. Day. Ever.

So, yesterday I had a job interview, which went OK, I think. I should know whether I am a finalist for the position by the end of the week.

I decided to go to the Morrissey show, especially when I learned that Diana was coming down alone. Billy didn't want to chance not getting a ticket. Victor decided not to go - he wanted to watch the World Series instead. So Diana and I headed to Fort Worth to the show.

A little background information: I met Diana in high school, and she introduced me to Morrissey and the Smiths. Honestly, I may not have made it through the rest of high school without him (and her). College too. Morrissey has a way of making you feel as if he is singing directly to you, telling you that everything is alright, it's ok to be different, and never lose hope. Diana saw her first show while I was in Ireland. I saw my first show without her in El Paso. So this was the first time we had been together.

On the way to the show, we listened to the ballgame, and we heard Johnny Damon (my favorite Sox player) hit a home run.

We got there and found our seats... 7th row! However, before Morrissey came on, we noticed the security guards picking girls to stand in front of the stage. Then other people started trickling down there too, so I said "Let's go!" We positioned ourselves in the second row of people standing. I was right behind a photographer, and he said he would give me his spot after two songs.

When Morrissey came out, I got a little teary. He was so close! The photographer left, and I scrambled for his space, and ended up having to share it with this other girl, who was determined to squeeze me out. She didn't. Eventually, Morrissey came over to our section during "I Like You," and he grabbed my hand while singing the "I like you..." part. I damn near hyperventilated.

Later in the show, I was able to get Diana up next to the stage so that she would have a chance to touch him. He came by several more times. First, Diana grabbed his calf ("I touched his calf...with my wedded hand!"), then later I think she was able to grab his hand. I grabbed his hand a few more times, plus legs and shoes. Yes, we're crazy. We also saw him roll around on the floor, showing underwear and buttcrack. And he ripped off his shirt. He had lost some weight since my last show, and he looked pretty good! I even shook hands with his bass player, the ever hott Gary Day.

We left the show walking on air. Diana said it was the pinnacle of our friendship. When we got to the car, we turned on ESPN radio right as the Red Sox won the World Series.

I called Victor. He was hysterical, in tears. I called his sister Gabi, she was the same way. When we got home, Victor was dissecting the season with his friend Eric on the phone, pacing the floor, drinking Guinness. Wearing his Sox shirt I bought him earlier this year. He wore it to work today over his dress shirt.

We're going to try to make it to the parade in Boston on Saturday.