…or Dreamy Johnny Bound.
My husband sent me an email with the subject line: Dreamy Johnny. I’m oh so skeptical when my husband calls anything, “dreamy.” He’s usually drunk. But, it’s the middle of the afternoon and he’s supposed to be at work. So, anyway I get this “dreamy” email and am prepared to be all sorts of confused. I’m not. I’m stunned. J is sending me an update on BubbleGum’s tourdates. “Can we? Can we?” is all I wrote back. I was kidding. Sorta.
This Saturday we scored tickets. I’m going to see BubbleGum!
~*LunaSea*~ 
On this week’s episode of Intervention friends step in to prevent a real music fan from purchasing John Mayer concert tickets. Sunday 10PM ET on A&E.
Too late. I’m hopeless. Play me that song about Dreaming with a Broken Heart and I’m an emotional wreck! Last night INSTEAD of watching Intervention we watched…BubbleGum! DirectTv had a full 90 minute concert without commercials. Dreamy!