I went to the Michael Buble concert this weekend with my brother. The music was great but I'll admit, I lost a lot of respect for the guy who sings Frank Sinatra songs in a not-so-Frank Sinatra world. After telling an absolutely precious 8 year old little girl (complete with cute chubby cheeks and her two front teeth missing)who was sitting on the front row with her dad that she was what kept him honest, his language and gestures went downhill from there.
On the plus side, I had a great time hanging out with my brother.
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