i took myself on a date to see punch brothers last night.

i ate extra garlic at dinner, arrived 20 minutes late,

and didn't have to worry about making dumb conversation or anything.

~~i'm so pathetic, i know~~. it was so lovely.

and the concert was-- once i got over the shock of how little a banjo

player's fingers move and how much chris thile moves-- great.

however, i still want to know who chris thile wants not to get married without him.

-yeh!

p.s. my concert breath was horrific.

but that is the last thing you worry about when you take yourself on a date.