Portland

Me to my parents:
"PLEASE, I NEED TO GO TO PORTLAND TO SEE S-K'S LAST SHOW. PLEASE, I'LL SLAVE MYSELF OUT TO YOU. I'LL DO ANYTHING PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE! THIS IS MY FAVORITE BAND AND THEY HAVE BROKEN UP, IT'S MY LAST CHANCE!"

My dad to my mom:
"I think she really wants to go."

My mom to me:
"We're going to Portland."

Me to me:
"#*$&!))!#)*&@&^!@$#*&%"

This is going to be surreal. I know that the whole thing is just going to seem like a dream afterwards.