If your name isn't Colin Koons, then please disregard this post

I wanted to send these to my brother via email, but it was being stupid so I have to use this venue. Many, many apologies for the poor quality of the video and of my appearance. Having worked out till I thought I was going to die and then chilling in my home for a Friday night, doesn't lend itself to extreme beauty.

Colin - this is for you.

Dude.

Thank you for including me on your amazing night last night, when you got to see Coldplay in concert, again. Even though you were with your cool law school friends, you still wanted to include me. You are da bomb. I loved answering my phone and then listening to screaming for the next 10 minutes, and occasionally getting to hear the actual music. In case you couldn't tell, I was weeping like a baby, while listening to the concert, via a cell phone. Seriously. Big ol' tear drops were rolling down my cheeks. It wasn't so much because Coldplay's music was moving me (which it can, trust me) but rather because I wanted to be there with you. And I remembered how much fun we had 4 years ago, when we all went to our first "real" concert together.

And I just missed you. A lot.





So, anyways, I just wanted to say thanks. For remembering me. For including me. For making me smile. And for making me cry.

I love you a whole, whole lot and am so stinking proud of you and how hard you are working to finish up your law degree.

I can't wait to see you sometime soon.

Love, Meg