All the things I didn’t say
I saw Patty Griffin on Monday night with Rachel, the cutest date ever. We walked the mile and a half downtown to the theater, which made us feel very city-like.
But I’ll be honest: after all of my anticipation and excitement, I was kind of disappointed in the show. The set list consisted almost entirely of her new album, “Downtown Church,” which is not my favorite, and the only “extra” songs she did were “Heavenly Day” and “Up to the Mountain.”
Patty. Where was “Moses”? Where was “Trapeze”? Where was “Goodbye,” the song that I wanted to hear more than anything? Where were “Long Ride Home,” and “Icicles,” and “Top of the World,” and “Burgundy Shoes,” and “Peter Pan”? I wanted to WEEP, Patty! I was ready to cry – fully prepared – anxiously anticipating some emotional catharsis… but I wound up relatively unmoved.
Sigh. There’s always next time. And, as Patty sings, “Everybody needs a little forgiveness.”
Have you ever done MeetUp.com? Sketchy, right? Well, “sketchy” has never stopped me. I read about a running group on MeetUp.com, and ran with them for the first time on Tuesday night.
You know that scary moment where you walk up to a group of people, and you’re all alone, and no one really says hi, but that’s probably because none of THEM know each other either, and everyone feels equally awkward, so you all try to mask it by stretching and fidgeting with your iPods and looking at the sky? It was… uncomfortable. But then we ran 5.2 miles, and went for beers afterward. I brought my A-game, and talked to every stranger within earshot.
Maybe I’ll go again.
On Wednesday night, I cooked a gourmet meal. No, seriously. This could have gone for $27 a plate at a restaurant. Mediterranean salmon on a bed of wilted spinach featuring kalamata olives and golden raisins, topped with a balsamic and honey glaze.
My friend Jenn from high school came over, and we drank a bottle of wine and dined like Greek goddesses.
I went to the most ghetto Wal-Mart in the history of mankind. I wasn’t entirely sure I was going to make it out without being shot in the face – or at least contracting a staph infection.
Ah, yes. Friday. This is today. Good Friday.
Mom is finishing her fifth and final round of chemo with the Ifex and Adria drugs – something that no one has completed at this cancer center before, because she is the Valedictorian of Cancer Ass-Kicking, really – and will be unhooked from the pumps tomorrow.
I’m so proud of her.