I’ve always preferred bluegrass to greengrass.
Tracy, Jaci, and I went to a bluegrass concert (sponsored by a local radio station) at our local, ritzy mall. It’s definitely a hip, young people’s mall. Lots of young families with kids wandering around getting face-paint and balloons (several of which floated away or were popped shortly after entering children’s hands).
We bought Coldstone ice-cream. I recall having Coldstone at least once prior on Pearl Street in Boulder, CO. The type I had tonight, sweet cream + brownie in a waffle cone, tasted excellent.
After the concert finished, we went to our local B&N. Jaci thought up a game where we each found an item in the store that would represent something we wanted in our lives in 2, 5, and 10 years. If we were meant to keep score (I don’t think so) I would have lost because my items were lamest. The best I could think of was wanting to write better poetry and having a family and kids. Apparently lots of people desire to have families and children. Jaci and Tracy both do.
Then I worked. I got off early. I am happy. Yay!