Sunday night I was on the phone with my friend Christina. I was telling her how it was just killing me that I knew David Cook was only an hour away the next day and I couldn’t go to the concert. She was telling me well why don’t you go and just get autographs. I told her 1) it was an hour away and it didn’t seem worth the gas to go by myself for something that night not even happen. So Christina said she would see if she could get a baby-sitter for her daughter (happens to be my goddaughter). Said goodnight to her and went to bed.