Last night I took W to This American Life, the live broadcast. We had a less-than-fabulous-but-not-terrible burrito at Costa Vida, (where I got a caffeine-free diet Coke – W says they’re a company based in Utah). I got the tickets last week, and I was going to surprise him, except Monday he somehow managed to figure it out, while he was in southern California.
Even though it didn’t end up being a surprise, the show was wonderful. Funny, real, interesting (just like the radio show)… and we both agree that Ira Glass is cute. I got too little sleep last night, and I shouldn’t even be writing this right now (I need to get Connor off to school and get myself to work)… except that I’ve had all these ideas for blog posts, and I have written precisely zero of them in the past few weeks. This bugs me. So I write.