I have a funny Etta James story that’s 100% true.

I buy Pavilion tickets at Rivinia for my Cuban ex-girlfriend, reap the full benefits for about six weeks. Morning of, we pack lunches, get a blanket, plan a really romantic evening.

She was excited, to put it into context, she bought me a commitment ring that says “At Last” and the date we started dating.

Made out for the first time to “At Last.” Especially meaningful.
Drive an hour to Rivinia, listen to Etta the entire time. Life could not have been better.

We get to Rivinia,

I had forgotten the motherfucking tickets.

Thank you Etta James for CLEARLY exemplifying my abilities as a lover and provider.

By far the best Gary Coleman joke I’ve seen on Twitter to date.  RIP Gary.

I don’t even really understand what this joke is supposed to mean.  Anybody?