I am the former. I have an unhealthy obsession with Neil Diamond that most people do not understand, even me. I am a daddy's girl. My dad is, and will always be, the number one man in my life. My dad always played Neil in the car and as a little girl I would always sing along. Around the holidays my parents would decorate our home while listening to Neil Diamond's Christmas album. I guess there is just something nostalgic about it for me. I used to be embarrassed but now I just own it. I don't give a fuck. If you don't like cracklin' rosie, you can get OFF board.
ANY-WAY, after my customers at work found out I was a huge Neil Diamond fan, they told me about this cover band called Super Diamond. I waited until the last minute to get tickets and they were sold out. WHAT?! The real Neil Diamond doesn't even sell out! I miraculously got tickets from my friend Craig. (the one with the massive list) and bestie and I were on our way! After a couple extra dirty vodka martinis I was singing and