Would you rather

Get dressed up and sit front row at the Kings of Leon concert, courtesy of a funny little fellow who writes their songs you met a few days ago.

OR

Look like this, spending my 234890984 hour researching immigration visas.

(The plight of being a USA emigrant, willing, thrilled and begging to contribute to another economy. ARGH.
Can we just find a native man I could marry temporarily to expedite this process? But seriously.)

She's just not that into you, J. Sorry. :)