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I have been to very few live concerts in my life. In retrospect that might be a good thing, because I get crazy excited & start acting like a little kid. Joel can attest to that...I was bouncing on the grass along to the music probably a little more than was healthy. It was an awesome concert, though, with good music & a crazy crowd & silly banter from the band ("I'm a giraffe. I'm the only giraffe in Newfoundland.")--I find it really hilarious when bands lose it on stage.* Also, Joel snuck me in--even though I had a ticket--& I felt like a spy.

I have very little else to say here, except that I am really excited to not have to get up early for work next week, & to spend most of my time at the theater. Also, long stretches of time at work, revsising the handbook, is only cause for my brain to wander onto questions like, Who invented the keyring? And why?**


* "My name is Zach Braff and I'm a giraffe, / I want a lovely giraffe to dance with; / I walk through the park, one evening after dark / To find someone to take off my pants with." Gotta love GBS.

**Like my long and completely true very convincing story to Nik about the invention of straws, I was tempted to write up a whole anecdote that I didn't make up at all researched at great length, about Ralph Morrison O'Neill, the third of seven children living in poverty--but great intellectual wealth--as Irish immigrants to London in the 18th century. Little Rafe, at the age of fourteen, was tasked with helping his father in the shop, his most notable duty being to keep the keys of all the cabinets wherin valuable tools were stored. Sick of the way keys would get every which way in the bag in his pocket, Rafe wanted to find a better way to keep all the keys together. When he saw curls of wire in the scrap pile of the nearby blacksmith's, he picked them up, fiddled with them on his walk home, & before he knew it, had invented the key ring as we know it today. A tip of the top hat to Master Ralph Morrison O'Neill.