Greeeaaaaat

Hm, so tonight I'm on my own for a little while. Tommy is, of course, asleep, and Brian went out with Paul, Stephanie, Matt, and Denise to see Lez Zeppelin. Who is that, you ask? Well, apparently it's an all female cover band for guess who. I received an E-mail from work about it. Apparently it was discussed a weekend or two ago, and Brian and I missed it. Anyway, it's free, and it sounds like a good time, so I told Brian to go. (Of course, that was when I just thought it was some random Led Zeppelin cover band... not "Lez" Zeppelin, but anyway... ) I would have gone, if given the opportunity, so I certainly wasn't going to tell him to stay home. I really do hope they all have a great time. Of course, since most of our friends are going (I say most, and I really mean it; yes, we're sad), that means one of us has to stay home with Tommy. So here I am. And I feel old. I mean, I actually had the thought, "Who goes to a concert at 9:00 on a week night?" That is where I have come to. Five years ago, I would have said, "I'm there" without a thought. -I don't know if this band is actually any good, but I generally took all chances to go out in college. Now if you know anything about my past you'll understand that I was raised on concerts, but they were all classical, jazz, and folk. I loved art/music/drama/dance. Still do. And sometimes I go back to my middle of nowhere background and just enjoy the quiet and simple stuff - like listening to music at home or taking walks outside... In fact I miss a lot of the outdoors-y stuff I used to do. We're so busy these days, and Brian and I are opposites when it comes to desired physical activity level, so I haven't played a game of tennis or biked for an hour or two - in what feels like forever. (No hard feelings. We're happy as we are. -At least I am!) Anyway, I've rambled...

I discovered tonight that a couple of people have tried to comment on some of my posts, and I didn't know it. Apparently I set it up so that I would have to look for them in order to approve them. I thought I would be getting some sort of notification. So my apologies to not paying attention. I like comments. Correction: I like meaningful comments. So if you have something to say, let it out! Now that I know to look for them, I will - but remember, I'm still approving them, so if you're being obnoxious, your post won't make it! Ah, the power. Wait, that sounded strange, dorky, and just wrong. Delete, delete. Oh wait, I can....

Um, everyone just came home. Yeah, apparently the concert was GREAT. I'll postpone more comments for now.

(Wow, I'm really glad I threw on sweatpants and not some little nightgown or just a big t-shirt or something. Although Brian came in first, so I probably would have been safe. Too much info... and time for me to stop writing.)