Sandoogans' Log

I got a golden ticket. A little thank you from the band.  About 2 months ago I had one of the most the amazing experiences of my life; I got to go to a Coldplay video shoot. Now, this might not seem like a big deal to some, especially if you're not a fan, but you have to understand this was no ordinary video shoot; it turned out to be a taping for a documentary. They had been announcing secret shows and what not, about trying to win tickets. Naturally, I didn't win. So when my friend told me about the video shoot, I wasn't holding my breath.  When I received the email confirming my ticket the following day, I was shocked. It took awhile to sink in. I had gone to a concert the night before and ended up going to a friend's house after for some midnight drinks. Needless to say, I was hung over and short on time. Quickly, I started messaging those who I knew were true Coldplay fans. No one was able to go last minute. I said fuck it, popped a couple of pills...

One of my favorite pregnancy stories ( I don't have too many of those unfortunately) was when I was in my second trimester. I think it was my second. When I was pregnant with Sam I would listen to certain songs a lot. This was probably the main one. I would play it on my tummy, I would sing it in the shower, I would bump it in my car, just play it whenever I could. I wanted her to know this song. This was my song to my baby. This was my song to Sam. As I type this my eyes are already beginning to water. This song pretty much summed up my feelings for my little gal. It was a hot summer day and as usual, I hadn't slept all night. I had trouble sleeping and was grateful whenever I managed to catch a nap here and there. I was lying in bed feeling very relaxed. I could feel myself start to doze off and voila, Sam decides she wants to wake up and kick that crap out of me. I could feel her moving around like the hyper child that she is. I was not about to have it. I started hummi...