Last week, my friend Virginia invited me to a concert. It’s for Norah Jones. Virginia bought the tickets in March, and is near-wildly exited about this concert. Another friend had planned to go with VA, but she has decided to go out of town to spend time with her grandfather, who is in dire health. This left VA out a good $50, for the ticket, plus prepaid parking, not to mention the company.
I happily agreed to go with her… but not for the music. It’s not that I don’t like Norah Jones, I’m just not a fan, really. She tends to be quieter than I usually prefer my music. I always feel a little funny at concerts to which I can’t sing along, like I don’t really belong there or something.
But…
- I’m very happy to get to spend time with Virginia. She’s a single mom of two, and I’m happily married with four kids, and our busy lives don’t allow us to spend a lot of time together.
- I’m very happy to get out with just about anyone for virtually any reason.
- It’s my birthday in just a couple of days, and this is a good way of celebrating.
So, it’s off to Norah we go. We’re going to dinner first, making a whole evening of it. My hubby has agreed to come home early from work, and to stay with our kids to let this plan happen. :) (The Mom staying with all the kids is an everyday occurrence. But The Dad staying with the kids usually requires careful advance planning. 
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I’ll let y’all know how it goes.
