I said "tapas"

Last week I was thrilled to have a visit with this wonderful lass. Liz and I met between my hometown and hers at a new tapas* bar where she treated me to a birthday lunch (don't you love it when your birthday kind of spills over into the following week?). It was fabulous (the meet-up and the food) and so much fun to sit for a couple of hours with a kindred blog friend.

I'm lucky we live in the same corner of the world. [Now I'm scheming to have my middle daughter meet her son at one of the multi-stake church dances...shhh....don't tell the kids...they tend to resist my matchmaking suggestions...]

Thanks, Liz. You're a treasure.

*when I told someone about this, they misheard me and asked "a t@pless bar?" As if.

Magnificent

weekend.
Thanks for coming, friends.

Jen, me, Deirdre, Vicki (behind the camera) at Burdick's Chocolate in HarvardSquare (fantastic truffles and decadent hot chocolate). Such a beautiful day. Or days. I love showing people around Boston and this weekend the city put on her best weather and represented well (not a city of blinding lights, but almost). Good food, a bit of sightseeing, great chats. It was a great chance to get together and do what friends do: show up, support + love, laugh, scheme, and be serious and indignant and silly at all the right moments. I feel refilled + replenished and hope they do too.

Anyway...

Uno, dos, tres, catorce...

Before the show. Yes, we came early...

but it was worth it.

I wasn't really prepared for how emotional an experience it would be. U2 has provided the soundtrack for a lot of my life. So many images came flooding back to me: moments of longing, joy, heartbreak, memories both manic and melancholy. There were some great melodies woven into the setlist. They combined One + Amazing Grace, added Blackbird to Beautiful Day, and a sing-along Stand by Me that got me all teary. It was such a great night*. Can't wait until next time, whenever that is. (The other three are heading to Vegas in October to see them again, the luckies.)

Now to get back to real life...

p.s. If you go (or are planning on it) get general admission tickets on the floor. I loved our seats--and they were on the 30th row so pretty good!--but if I did it again I would sacrifice sitting for being up close at the band's feet.