Barb’s Burblings

Paul McCartney ROCKS. The concert last night was awesome. He once again had a weird pre-concert offering (this time a DJ doing semi-techno versions of various McCartney songs), but once he got on, he went for over 2 1/2 hours. I was particularly pleased because this time he seemed to play a lot of the lesser-known songs. He did a bunch of very early songs. As in, pre-Beatles. He played a lot of my favorites: “I’ll Follow the Sun” and “For No One” and “The Long and Winding Road” and “Band on the Run” (what?). At one point, he and the band also riffed on “Foxy Lady,” which was amusing. He ended it the same way he ended it on the last tour, with the “Sgt. Pepper (reprise)” and “The End.” Anyway, it was a blast, and it was a blast spending time with my sister. Overall, a very good time. And it’s a three-day weekend. Woo!
And I’d be remiss if I didn’t send a big “Happy Birthday!” to my boyfriend Brian Roberts. Happy 28th, Brian! Hope the arm is doing well!
Current song in my head:
“I’ll Get You” by the Beatles

Tap has started back up. I’m in intermediate again, which is fine with me. It was nice, though; one of the people in the advanced class asked why I wasn’t with them. My teacher, who is nice and diplomatic, said that I just need to work on speed. Which actually, yeah, is a big part of it. The steps are fine; I just do them sloooow.
I stopped at Target last night and hit the jackpot; I found pants that fit and don’t look horrible. I have the worst time finding pants, so that was a good thing for me. Particularly since I have no khakis; I have khaki capris (not so good in winter) and khaki-colored jeans. So I got a pair of those. And some black pants. And pajamas, because I love buying pajamas.
Final report on my fantasy baseball team: My team came in fifth, I believe, due to the stupid playoff weeks. Going strictly by record, I should be third. The team with the second-worst record wound up coming in second place overall because they happened to have a really good week when they had to. Me, bitter? You bet!
Britain is taunting me. I registered at some point on Visit Britain and the other day I received a package in the mail with a bunch of brochures and maps. Britain misses me! I should go visit.
This weekend is the Paul McCartney concert, which I am super-psyched for. Woo! Paul! And my sister is coming to visit. I feel like I just saw her, but that was two months ago. Anyway, it’ll be good.
Current song in my head:
“Popular” from Wicked

Man, with the O’s season over, I obviously have nothing to talk about. (Well, nothing in a public forum, anyway.)

It’s always important to keep a sense of humor. And I must admit that this musical version of the O’s 2005 season made me laugh. The highlight, clearly, is Brian’s song:

As the lights come up, we see the team’s handsome hero, Brian Roberts - the Prince of Baltimore - standing at his locker (shirtless, of course), surrounded by reporters. Hey kid, asks one pear-shaped sportswriter, you’re the toast of the town. Men want to be you, and women want to be with you. Give us a quote, give us a sound bite, tell us how it feels, my man!

Naturally, there’s a bit more than that. I also like

The fans are convinced that Ponson looks thinner, that Rafael Palmeiro looks younger and that if everyone stays healthy, the team just might make a run at third place.

It’s not a pipe dream! We finished in third last year!
Anyway, heh. And opening day is just six months away.