i think i had more fun at this concert than i have had at any other. i want to be sara watkins when i grow up. fabulous. maybe i'll go into our new little obsession over sara at a later date.

but we're entertaining people in the meantime, so not for awhile.

holy schnikeys, it's cold.

our fun for the evening was only slightly dampered by a puffed up short security guard.

*we're sitting in chairs over to the side to let the crowd leave*
*glares at us* time to go. get up. go.
i gestured over to the massive throng of people and said "we're not getting out any quicker by going over there, we're just waiting for it to die down."
after a few more glares, we finally gave up and went over to mill about in the line going down the scary steps.

i don't want to work tomorrow. why did i not press the fact i turned in a time off request for tomorrow ages ago? hrmph.