It’s been a busy weekend. On Friday night, John and I went to see Jack Johnson at Fiddler’s Green. At dinner before the show, we ran into a good friend’s ex-husband and his current wife. It was a bit of a scandal as he knew the current wife in high school and was married very quickly after the divorce from my friend was final. This was the first time anyone in our group has seen him since the split. I stealthly took a picture of him with my cell phone in the restaurant and sent it to the ladies via text.

At the concert, I waited in line for 45 minutes for a drink, which I paid $14 for. When the show started, everyone in my section stood up, even though we’d all paid extra for reserved seats. Since I’m just a hair over 5 feet tall, I couldn’t see the stage, even on the jumbo tron so I just sat down. I proceeded to watch all the people in front of me whip out their cell phones cameras in order to savor the moment forever, and nine times out of 10, they were just filming the images displayed on the jumbo tron. Other than the fact that I got a super cute t-shirt, I think I would have been better off staying home and listening to all his albums on shuffle. Jack sounded great and his band, especially the keyboard dude, is really talented, but seeing artists in huge venues has lost it’s luster.

Today we went to a BBQ at a friend of my husband’s house. Everyone was making fun of the house next door which had been torn down and re-erected as a Tuscan mansion. “It looks like the Olive Garden”, someone said. It’s so ridiculous that people want to live in new houses that are faux painted to look like crumbling old-world castles. My friend Katie was there and she spotted one of her elementary school students. He had apparently told her that his dad was a famous wrestler who was always on tour, which she believed. We both agreed after seeing the dad that that was a lie.

The new season of Game of Thrones started tonight. It was great as usual and too short, also as usual. My mind was blown by the white walker giants tromping across a frozen field with the rest of the army.