As the Internet has seemingly latched onto, yes, I’m a huge Bad Bunny fan. And, yes, I went to his concert on August 16 in Puerto Rico, dressed in a floral shirt and a bucket hat, with my wife and her sister and friend. It. Was. Epic.
I wanted to go to the residency because, having seen Bad Bunny, or “Benito,” as I call him (we’re on a first-name basis now; he calls me “Jon Jamón”), perform four or five times—at Coachella, in Miami, in Brooklyn, and on Saturday Night Live—I knew he would absolutely bring it, and the crowd would as well.
