Sometimes I get an idea in my head and I just cannot let go. Despite my loved one's (mostly Megan's) best efforts to persuade me to change my mind, I remain obstinately steadfast in my resolve. Some examples include the time I thought it would a great idea to steamroller battle down the halls of my high school, the time I dyed my hair blue/pink/purple, the time I pierced my belly button or the time that I thought it would be awesome to throw my underwear at John Nolan.

Why did I think it would be a appropriate to throw my pair of lace panties, accentuated by stars and moons at my favorite artist? That's a good question. One I have yet to find the answer to.

I don't even know how it all got started. But, lets be honest? What better way is there to show your love of music? Do panties not automatically translate into "You are Awesome."?

The saddest part of the story is not the resolve I had to give the gift of panties... but the fact that once they were given they were largely ignored. I still remember leaving the concert...my panties unnoticed on the stage. Lonely. Sad. Forgotten. I wanted to crawl back on the stage and claim them. To take them back with a screw that attitude. If they weren't wanted there, they would have a home in my drawer, happy among other panties. But, no. I left them to their fate. After all what could I really do?

Apparently, a facetious attitude gets you nowhere.