Pleasant Surprise

As planned, I made it to the Josh Ritter concert last night. It was great fun. He has an amazing energy live, and, since it was general admission seating, I was essentially in the third row, close enough that I had an unimpeded view all night long. The band added a lot to the show -- especially a horns section that came out for the occasional song. Not only were they great (and enthusiastic) musicians; the whole crew had an amazing sartorial sense. They were seriously stylish -- boasting alternatively a crisp suit and shirt (which allowed Josh to look comfortable and sexy rather than all buttoned up), some pork pie hats, a waxed, glorious handlebar mustache, and a blue paisley tuxedo with black lapels. These guys really put some thought into their show. They said it was the last night of their tour, but they were anything but tired out. I really enjoyed every minute of it.

The only downside to the show was that my husband and I were stuck on our feet for upwards of four continuous hours. (My tootsies are still killing me today, and I'm skipping out on my workout because they need a rest.) But -- between Ritter and his opening act, the versatile Eric Bachmann, who, accompanied by a violinist, really got the night started on the right foot -- it was worth it.

In other news, I went back to see the apartment I like in Jackson Heights. Am mulling over whether to make a bid on it. I think we will, and I think we'll do it tomorrow. That said, because my husband and I couldn't decide without seeing it one more time, the broker has slated it for another open house tomorrow. That gives more passers-by an opportunity to vie for the place and get it instead of us. I guess there's a price to pay for the luxury of taking time to make up our minds.

Otherwise? Caught up with an old friend over tea this afternoon. About to watch a little Grey's. Hoping it's not demonstrative of a lack of solidarity with the screenwriters -- whose right to strike I endorse -- to watch a show while the strike is on. Is that the equivalent of crossing a picket line? I'd like to think no.