Coldplay is my 14-year old boyfriend

Giggling. Screaming at high-pitched velocity. Watching my friend Sarah, actually swoon. I mean I'd heard the word before, probably even used it once or twice to try and sound smart, but I had never seen a swoon until Chris Martin appeared at the Colplay concert on Friday. F.Y.I. If you think you wouldn't know a swoon if you saw it, believe me you will. The Coldplay concert was a lot better than I expected. I thought there would be tears and a gagle of girls bitching about why there wasn't more guys like Chris Martin on the market. But no. There was dancing, laughing, singing at the top of my lungs, and screaming, lots and lots of screaming. I think I have once again defended my title as the greatest screamer known to man.

The concert in itself was so fun. Chris Martin was wearing these super-white shell-toed adidas shoes (just like someone we all know as love) and all black. And he was dancing around so cute and skipping and some guy said after the concert that Martin was rocking the Roger Rabbit, which is just so unbelieveably cool. And his hair is so curly and he doesn't try to straighten it or gel it down or anything. Which I Love.

But the best part was when they did the encore and sarah was like let's go down. I was like what? But then I was like okay. And we went down and the security guard was totally eyeing us so I pretended we were friends with these 15 year old girls and just walked right into their seats. But then Chris Martin came rushing all the way down the stage and across the whole floor to sing part of "In my Place." So I totally pushed Sarah down the steps and towards the railing and she grabbed his arm and I, I think, touched his shirt. It was so fun to be so close to him while he was singing. And sarah, oh, my god, I thought she was going to pass out.

After that I think we yammered on and giggled about it for at least the next hour or so. It was so fun. A perfect end to a perfect concert.