Loco for Coco

Last Friday, William and I planned on going to see Alice in Wonderland in 3Depp, I mean 3D. This whole "buying a house" thing is setting us back a few bucks, so William politely asked if I would put a Cherry Coke Zero in my purse that he can chug while he watches The Queen of Hearts off with their heads.

The unopened Coke package lay before me.

I tore open the front of the package, and this was staring up at me:

No need to adjust your computer screen. These are real tickets to the Conan O'brien 30-city tour. Needless to say, I was stunned. Did I just witness a miracle? Did Coke Zero just grant my wish to see Conan live at Dodge Theater?

Actually, it was planned. William knows my love/desperation for Conan. He surprised me with tickets and planted them in my Cherry Coke Zero box.

William keeps me so young.

So in case you need me on the evening of April 30th, I'll be here:

I love you Coke Zero, Conan, and William! (Not necessarily in that order.)