Tuesday, January 15, 2008
Went with niece to see 5 Browns in concert. The Dallas-area gig tonight was sold out, so we went to the performance in Tyler (90 miles east of Dallas) Monday night instead. Anyway, their encore was Rimsky-Korsakov's Flight of the Bumblebee. Good stuff. Fun show.
Half the audience sniffled and coughed their way through. One man a few rows behind me had the oddest throat-clearing habit I've heard, and about the 40th time, I started having to suppress giggles. He would do this throat-grindy sound then phonate (produce a voice-like sound by moving air through the vocal folds) and he sounded like he was attempting to dead-lift 500 pounds. FUN-NEE.
Okay. I'm mature.
here's a little nugget you might enjoy: as I was leaving my sister's house Monday afternoon, she informed me that though she won't have anymore children, she wishes she could have another son so she could name him "Wadsworth." She thought that was incredibly clever for some reason. Yeah, I'm mature, and she's classy. We're just like that. Try not to be jealous. Don't be hatin'.