And here's to you, Mrs. Robinson...

Lauren, one of my most favorite people in the world, recently did a post where she wrote letters to various haters, sandwich shops, delicious-looking celebrities, her husband, etc. It was brilliant. And since imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, I will now flatter Lauren, brilliantly. Cincy-style. Kings of Leon-style. Lula-style. And...go!
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Dear Hot Blonde Mamas Who Attend A Kings of Leon Concert in Cincinnati,

We ruled the joint. We rocked the house. We were so hardcore that even the sun's rays shone upon us as a spotlight on a stage. The future's so bright I gotta wear ginormous shades. Clearly. Lula, Heather, and Lacey. Yeah, I see ya lookin'.

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Dear Garfield Suites in Downtown Cincy,

The lackluster bathroom facilities in our suite left much to be desired. Good thing the Buddakahn restaurant was next door. That's redemption right there.
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Dear Drunk Guy Who Molested Me Before Kings of Leon Took To The Stage,

So yeah...it was pretty flattering to get hit on by a cute young thing. But when you asked my name and I replied, "Mrs. Robinson," and you didn't catch that reference to our age difference, your charm was lost on me. But thanks for making me feel hot for about 30 seconds. Also, thanks for being inconspicuous--not--with your reefer. It's one thing to spark up a doobie and get laced at a concert, but it's quite another to be blowing your Mary Jane-fragranced secondhand smoke in my face all evening. Get the distinction? (And Nikki will get that one.)

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Dear Supercute Girlfriend of Drunk Guy,

If you only knew the fashion mishaps that took place whilst getting ready for this concert. Oh dear, what a hot mess I was. So for you to be very complimentary in regard to my lacy black top...well, that just made me feel Forever 21. For real. And thanks for being cool when your fella found it necessary to grind all up on me when I scooted past y'all to visit the ladies room. But you get zero thanks for not having a shred of modesty or decorum. Honey, a concert is not the place to have sex. While standing amongst 5000 people. While. Standing.Right. Next. To. Us.

*Crickets chirping.*

Ahem.
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Dear Nathan, Matthew, Caleb, and Jared (how you doin'?) Followill,

Y'all rocked it out for a full two hours. Did I sing along to every song? Shake my boo-tay appropriately? Distance myself from Drunk Guy so that he would refrain from trying to get all up in my Kool-Aid? I did. And it was worth every minute of hearing y'all perform in person. Thanks for giving three friends a reason to celebrate a fabulous night on the town. Good times.

"It's taking us on journeys while we wipe away frowns amongst the crowded place..." (from Kings of Leon's "My Party.")

Love,

Lula, Heather, and Lacey

*Heather's post about our trip is awesome. Go read. Seriously. Plus she has "Sex On Fire" playing on her blog and that's worth a visit just for the jams.