I almost entitled this post “Worth the Neck Strain” but knowing some of you (cough, nudge, wink), you might have taken that the wrong way. Which is one of the reasons I like you. So you can stay.
I have faltered in my commitment to the Grassroots Blogger Campaign. I had grandiose ideas and many topics I wanted to cover but alas, my life outside of blogging got hectic and frankly, my thoughts are all over the place. I’ve been having crazy dreams too. I even remember them and that rarely happens to me. I won’t bore you with the dream details but suffice it to say I think my psyche is under some pressure based on the bizarre and startling shit it’s conjuring up in my sleep. I am not waking up feeling rested and this makes the days feel very long. Plus that whole having to go to work thing.
But tonight, TONIGHT!, I have the amazing opportunity to see The Swell Season’s sold out show at The Moore. It turns out someone I know had an extra front row ticket and it’s worth every penny of the $50 to me to be able to see them front and center. Bonus, my fellow Seattleites over at Alphababy said they’d throw things at to me from their balcony seats. I’ve requested chocolates.
Here are Glen and Marketa singing one of my all-time, top five, favorite songs ever. . .Van Morrison’s “Into the Mystic.”