So the big concerts have played their last and the Great Stadium stands silent (except for the remaining sporting events still on the calendar!!). The concert was interesting, we arrived about two hours early and were able to park, mainly because our friends had saved us a spot and people weren't yet desperate to the point where they were moving chairs and parking in those spots. So we had a pretty good location from which to beat a hasty retreat at the end of the night.
We 'tailgated' with them for a while, I drank probably too many pomegranate martinis, which were good but once the effects wear off and you have sat in blaring loud music, the residual headache can be a bit sickening due to the sweet aftertaste that won't go away. Anyway, that was okay. The concert was long but really didn't feel it, despite the fact that Brian had his fingers in his mouth the entire time. Finally, about a third of the way through the encore (which I didn't realize was the encore) he brought out his fingers, covered in blood, and wrapped around a stubby little molar. After that he proceeded to keep his head down in his hands and ask when we were leaving. Bruce does put on quite a show, but that stadium is so huge that most of what we saw of him was what we saw on the video screens.
I had said we would leave at 11, but there were rumors that 'special guests' might play since it was the last concert, and that Bruce had requested to play until 1am. So I decided we'd stay till 11:30 and still get out before the crowds. However, at 11:30, he played Jersey Girl and the next thing we knew, the concert was over! So we had to rush out of there and make our way to the car so we could get out and onto the highway in time to get Megan to bed at a semi-respectable time, as she had the SAT-2 (math subject test) the next morning. We made it home just before 1, and she had to be at the school at 7:45 the next day. We'll see how that worked out for her in a few weeks.
Yesterday was also a busy day. Brian had to volunteer at the soup kitchen, and then Megan had the kickoff internal swim meet, and Brian now has tennis every Saturday from 2 till 4. We went out for dinner and kept an early night last night, and Megan had to go to her 6:30 am swim practice this morning. Brian is off from school tomorrow, and Kevin is off from work, so no CBA homework has been done yet in this house. Megan does have school, which means I might get work, I pretty much expected someone to take off so they can spend the day with their spouse or private school kids who have the day off. The public schools are off NEXT Monday, for some reason.
And so there it is. Kevin and I took the dogs to the dog park today. Wilbur is so funny there. He likes to go, but when he isn't there regularly he gets kind of shy. Since there were many small dogs on the small dog side, I sent Kevin to the big dog side with Molly and she kept coming over and peering through the fence at us while he tried to get her to make friends with a six year old golden on his side. Eventually a lot of the rougher big dogs left, so I took Wilbur over to the big dog side, and he seemed to enjoy that. Then he grew bored and we came home.
Kevin is off to service the Doll tonight. She has to borrow my blood pressure monitor, because the one I ordered for her will take a week or so and the home health care nurse is coming tomorrow to show her how to use it, and she also bought herself a new phone and can't figure out how to hook it up. So that's what he will do while Brian is at his swim practice.
In other news, I am still conducting interviews for a new best friend. Rusty is the strangest cat. He insists on being in the room while I shower, and he is in the group that comes up with me at bedtime (actually, they all are, poor Buddy was the only one not allowed in until the other non-gluttonous cats were done eating) but he will almost never purr for me, yet he purrs readily for everyone else. So I'm not sure if he wants to apply for the job. Wren purrs all the time, but is very much the typical girl cat, aloof and everything has to be on her own terms. Puff would be a great candidate, if only she were not afraid of the very ground on which she stands. And Wilbur, of course, would be an excellent new best friend, but sometimes he smells like a dog, he NEVER purrs, and once, he peed on my bed. Also, he can't get on and off without help, and that is a definite requirement.
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