I love three day weekends but I don't love the four day week. Trying to cram in an extra day's worth of work into fewer days leaves me feeling tired at the end of each day and ready for a two day weekend, which feels short compared to the previous weekend's extra day. Does that make sense?
So last week, I went to the Taylor Swift concert. I drank all the 1989 kool-aid and last year, when Andrew asked if I wanted tickets for her show (scheduled for October of this year and then moved to September since the Astros are actually a good team), I said no because almost 31 sounded way too old to attend this concert and what if I decided I hated her by then? But I didn't decide that, so I got tickets to the concert several weeks ago and majorly overpaid, but I didn't care because I was pumped.
Weeeeelllll... I mean, this is a very first world thing to say, but I realize how much amazing concert luck I have had in the past few years and sitting in the nosebleed seats just doesn't do it for me anymore. Don't get me wrong - Taylor put on a great show with tons of costume changes, great themes and dances, and everyone got to wear the light-up wristbands that moved in time with the music, but I just wasn't as into it as I normally am, and I think it's because of the seats. I could never really see her or anything else and instead had to look at the giant screen, which made me feel like I might as well be at home. People in the nosebleed seats don't have the same level of energy as you get when you're closer. Lesson learned - I'll buy ahead of time now. I also won't convince myself that Beyonce is going to be the special guest, only to be let down when it's Wiz Khalifa and they sing some depressing duet that just didn't do anything for me.
Anyway, so add a late night to a long week and I really didn't want to do anything this weekend. Both pets went to the vet and look to be in good heath, except Bauer is fat (but we knew that already). Duncan charms everyone he comes into contact with. It's pretty cute to watch. Andrew had his annual first day of football crab boil so I left the house because I hate the smell but came home when I started feeling bad. I noticed a tickly throat earlier in the day but ignored it - I thought that my performance of "Thinking Out Loud" in the car that morning just to annoy my husband had aggravated something - but when I suddenly felt beyond tired, I headed home and laid around all night. I woke up with a sore throat and stayed home from work Monday. Went to work Tuesday but started running a fever that afternoon. Went to the doctor who confirmed strep throat. Yuck. Stayed home Wednesday, of course. Now I have to get back to work Thursday and Friday since I'll be out next week since our California trip has finally arrived! I felt like a bit of a lush asking the pharmacist if I could drink while taking antibiotics, but when one is in wine country, one must drink as much wine as she wants.
Needless to say, I will be overgramming, tweeting, and checking in on swarm at every opportunity. Follow me somewhere if you want to virtually experience all of the food and drink along with me. Luckily for you, the calories won't count and it's free!