A tally of Saturday:
Miles logged: 214
Venues where I sang Valderee Valderah: 2
Oktoberfests we stumbled upon: 1
Elks we saw: Just 1 but it would have been higher if we had remembered our membership cards.
Traffic jams I found myself in after midnight: 2
Handicap spots I parked in: 1
Times I had to turn around to get up the mountain: 2
Minutes we waited at the intersection at Highland before we could turn left: 14
Amount we paid for that miraculous parking space: $25
Amount we would have paid if he had asked: $75
Times I thought apricot stilton cheese was made by angels in heaven: 18
Wishes I made that Carol Channing would adopt me: 5
Times I thought that anyone who doesn't live here is a chump: about 100.
Such a lovely day.
A few words on Pink Martini at the Hollywood Bowl. Yahoo, hooray and wowie! If you weren't there then you have no idea what fun actually is. There were several times throughout the show that I thought my only viable option for happiness would be to rush the stage and beg them to let me please, please, pretty-please be in their group and have fun with them forever. I'll be a back up dancer! I'll schlep the harp around! I can play the kazoo and make brownies for everyone! When they were playing Bolero and the fireworks were going off my face exploded from smiling so much. Those two post-bedtime traffic jams didn't even faze me.