I went to two different concerts.
Back To The Future – The Musical on March 12, 2026 – Overture Hall at Overture Center for the Arts. JC and I had seats in row G at the very top. The climb up and then down the stairs was a workout. Sore knees. Doug played guitar; he had been practicing for months. The part I most looked forward to was Marty (Doug) playing Johnny B. Goode.
Candlelight: Coldplay & Imagine Dragons performed by string quartet on March 14, 2026 – Monona Terrace – Lecture Hall; I went alone. Unexpected I saw Brady (TaskRabbit) with his wife. He was so happy to see me, gave me a hug. At first I didn’t know him, dressed in a wool gentleman’s coat, and not work clothes. At the end, I was surprised to learn the candles weren’t fire.
Tickets were purchased way before impulse “entertainment” of looking at cars. Of course I’m worried the reader is going to criticize my spending habits when I have a new car to pay for. I want to justify the tickets by saying that I’m doing things. I’m not just sitting at home.
Things I feel like I should report back to Tim about. Tim is my person. I don’t really have anybody else to tell. I tell Cynthia stuff but immediately I feel sad because it’s another person that I pay to listen to me.
Probably Liz is telling me not to bother. But I don’t listen. Yet, why am I telling TK?
Something about it feels good, feels necessary.
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