The Day Michelle and Celine Finally Meet

It's the eve of the big night — Celine Dion live in concert. Live, living, in person. Really? It still hasn't sunk in. All week I've been on edge bracing myself to hear/read the news that the concert in Anaheim would be canceled (she's been sick.) So far, so good.

In less than 24-hours, I will be sitting in section 417, row U, seat 13 or 14 (i haven't picked my lucky seat yet.) Ahh! Do you feel the suspense?!

My three friends, roomies and non-crazed Celine lovers unlike myself are road trippin up to Anaheim. It's only an hour and a half away (near Disneyland) at the Honda Center. Shawn actually bought me the Celine Dion concert ticket for my birthday last March. So I didn't have to experience this glorious event by myself, he also bought himself a ticket. (He is secretly super excited like I am, but he won't admit it.) 

Greg. Well Greg is the first friend that I've known that truly, truly does not like Celine. Since this came to light shortly after he and Fawn arrived in sunny San Diego, he has graciously kept his Celine-hating on the down low. He's also partaking in what I am now establishing as "The Day Michelle and Celine Finally Meet." I really didn't have to ask Fawn twice about making a weekend of it. They are all just supportive. :-) The Aryes Hotel, which practically across the street from the Honda Center, will be our home for the night. I'm looking forward to a really great, memorable day. 

And as much as I'd like to, I'm not going to put my friends in a coma listening to Celine CDs all the way to the hotel. I'll save that for the concert! Alright, so I've got goosebumps now. I'm listening to Celine. Prepping my lyrics and vocals.