why my night wasn't as good as justin's even though we were at the same concert

last night in public square, we miraculously found an untaken seat on a bench - maybe available because it was facing away from the orchestra, which was okay because it allowed me to people watch. all the little kids had red and blue flashing sparkly thingys (what are they called?) they were twirling around. (when i was a kid, we only got those plain glow-in-the-dark necklaces; these kids today don't know how good they've got it!)

and then i suddenly pictured hans, three years from now, waving his sparkly thingy, twirling like the fairy boy he almost certainly would have been. i hate to cry in public places, but hopefully the dark protected most of the people around us from being aware of it. the image of him squeezed my heart too hard.

*****

on a happier note, because i called in four times, i was the fourth caller monday morning on the boogiepop does not smile show on wcsb and therefore won the sloan tickets, so tonight we're going out for sushi and a show. going out always makes me feel better.