i am not a multi-millionaire

as a matter of a fact, out of twelve numbers, i matched not a single one.

this might be harder than i thought...

in other news, i had a wonderful night at wolftrap. the summers went to see elvis costello and eli joined us and i don't even like music and it was 9:06 before i realized we were watching elvis costello (i thought he looked a lot like elvis costello, but i also thought there was an opening act), but i had a wonderful time. many random things amused me greatly. first off, the other people. they were a riot. concerts with the older generation are truly delightful things. second, we were next to a crazy man. he was maybe not funny at first, and even managed to incense eli which should say something about the fact that he was actually quite terrible, but maybe moderately funny once we moved away. also, i was in love with the trombonist on the end rather quickly. well, i started out amused. i liked the way he moved and he always looked like he was having fun and the way his pants hung it looked like his legs moved like noodles sometimes, but i think it was just his pants. thru/out the night, it grew to love. and then, in general, i think i was just in a good mood and it was very fun. yay for fun.

and now, for my next night of "waking up at 6." it's not even that i'm tired. it's that i just would rather stay in bed. can you really blame me?