|Look at how well British boys are dressed. |
Do better, Americans. Seriously.
Plus, great hair.
I was too busy being excited for the One Direction concert I attended on Saturday in Chicago.* I blogged about them earlier in conjunction with writing.
|This is a picture of us before 1D emerged, |
so I was relatively normal and had not yet
transformed into a shrieking tween.
This picture was taken by a chaperone mom sitting in the row in front of us. That's how age inappropriate my taste in music is. Like, I'm almost old enough to have a child who could be into One Direction.
But whatever. They're all legal, and I have no shame. They were actually incredibly good live, so for the record, the boys do function as more than just eye candy with British accents.**
This week, though. BACK TO WORK on writing.
I would be lying to you, however, if I said I wasn't listening to 1D while I'm working on my novel. I mean, whatever gets it done, right?
*This is pretty legitimate, amirite?
**They do a pretty exceptional job of being eye candy, though.