Yesterday was a flat-out Good Day. An e-mail came in the early afternoon saying that there would be free massages today from massage students; you just had to sign up. As soon as that came through, there was a little puff of dust where I had been sitting. I've been wanting a massage for ages, and I am really looking forward to it.
The other day, I had been listening to "This Nearly Was Mine" from South Pacific and thought to myself, "Man, Brian Stokes Mitchell would rock this song. He should totally sing it at the concert." And lo and behold, I go to the Kennedy Center website to find that it's on the program. Hurrah!
Then last night was, of course, the 10th anniversary of 2131. It was awesome just being there (and having front row seats, woo!). Seeing the banners on the Warehouse, everything. I lived in Montana when 2131 happened and though I watched the game, I made some rumblings about how athletes are overpaid and how Broadway shows don't get recognized for achievements like this, etc. (I was deep into my Broadway phase at this point.) Anyway. When the game became official, and the banner changed, and the confetti poured out...it was magical. I was just disappointed that more people weren't there for it (the attendance was only something like 20,700). Plus, the O's won and I sat next to a very nice girl who also liked Brian Roberts, so that was nice.
Oh, and here's another list of random injuries and other things that kept various baseball players from playing. I just cannot get enough of these. My new favorite: "Pascual Perez missed a start because he couldn't find the stadium, drove 100 miles on a loop freeway around Atlanta, circled the city two hours, missed his exit five times."
Current song in my head:
"(I Can't Get No) Satisfaction" by the Rolling Stones