Dear Diary, I saw the Eras Tour, and found my people

It was rare, I was there, I remember it...

(Bonus post this week, because I’m going to need Friday’s newsletter to talk about the anonymous hate mail my 6-year-old got this week: don’t say I didn’t warn you…)

First up: guys, I wore the sequins!

I’m calling it my ‘Tortured Poets Department’ look. Let’s just pretend that works…

Not the original sequins, I hasten to add. Those sequins didn’t look righ…