and I couldn't be more thrilled.
This past week tore me up a bit,
in completely trivial and absurd ways really.
I'm ridiculously giddy to be sitting in an empty house with nothing to accomplish.
It was, however, a week of complete juxtaposition.
Funny, wonderful events colliding with stress-inducing, ridiculous ones.
In a nutshell:
Lots of spilled coffee.
One traffic ticket.
Wonderful candy bar surprises from the roommate.
One parking ticket.
Three brutally late nights.
One tediously long paper.
An icelandic volcano eruption.
The discovery that one of my jobs is most likely dissolving.
An awesomely long conversation with my sister.
Did I mention Glee?
Too-tight skinny jeans.
Lots of this guy.
A busted water-line.
A flooded house.
She and Buddy were brilliant.
Completely beautiful and wonderful and charming.
I don't really remember much of the encore
because, apparently, I blacked out.
Me and my ridiculous self passed clean out in the back of the venue and came to only to discover a group of strange faces staring down at me.
And no, I wasn't drunk.
Just unbelievably stupid.
(Apparently a Watchamacalit candy bar as your only meal of the day + five hours of standing in a crowded venue does not equal adequate "standing conditions" for Courtney. Lesson learned.)
I hope Patty didn't notice.
beyond these silly details,
it was a pretty tame week.
p.s. One of my favorite parts of the show was her confession that this song,
one of her most famous love songs,
was written about her one true love-