A look of consternation, and a lament

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Last month P and I went to New York. It was his first time there, and we had a super fantastic time full of madcap hilarity, Very Good Bookstores, a meeting of the parents (mineses), his friend Ashleigh, and my friend Julee. A grand time was had by all. I made a couple of notes to myself to help me remember the madcap hilarity later, knowing that moving was going to suck out my brain, at least temporarily.... but (look of consternation) I can't find my notes. Perhaps they are packed. Perhaps they are gone. Perhaps I only imagined writing them. But, hope springing eternal, I have decided to wait a few days, despite the danger of never getting done, before blogging the bitses that I remember, which mostly have to do with Julee's take on what is truly personal, versus the standard interchange.

In the meantime, I have been walking around with an odd medley of an Arctic Monkeys song mixed with a Billy Bragg song (!!!) in my head. I'm not sure why, in the annals of my addled brain, I've mated these two things. But it is the cause of my lament today... which is to whinge that the Arctic Monkeys are touring... in Japan. Which is not helpful if you live in D.C. That is a sad story, no?