My life is insane.

All week we have been hosting the International Guitar Concerto Competition and there are classical guitarists from all over the world here in Buffalo. Of course they happen to be handsome, talented YOUNG men. (Of course!)

I’ve been working on this competition and yesterday we had the semi-finalists perform concerts all over the community and then had a welcome reception at 5. Wine and Beer with Guitarists. At least the few who are not advancing to the finals tonight…they were there too but in serious competition mode and not drinking. My heart is with the adorable glasses wearing Serbian to win.

Anyhow. The reception ended and we all went out to dinner and more drinks and I had an adorable sundress on and well…

Somehow when I got home? Mr. Montreal texted me and wanted me to come hang out. I left too soon, he said. (Gonna kill my darling friend Hugo for giving him my number!)

Needless to say…this went on for sometime.

By 2 am we stopped chatting and I went to sleep. And yes, I will see him tonight for the Finals. And the post-finals reception.

I was also told by Mr. Montreal that Mr. Germany thought I was cute too, but he was too shy to say anything.

WTF?

I’m saving my kisses for Mr. Serbia after he wins tonight. Tee hee.

Life. Is. Is?