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Many Years of Therapy: ✔
Severe Wanderlust, left Unchecked: ✔
Wacky, Crazy Adventures Considered Otherwise Stupid: ✔
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When I planned for my Pink Martini concert weekend several months ago, it didn't seem that stupid. In retrospect, it just might have been.

I spent Saturday re-aquainting myself with my apartment. This involved throwing a lot of things away and buying some sheets and a duvet completely different from my previous items, and spending a lot of time sleeping on said sheet/duvet.

astralina and I rented a little mini-cooper from the Ghetto (xoder and faboo ensured that we weren't harmed) to drive to Pink Martini's New Paltz show at McKenna theatre. I think I've become completely spoiled by my road trips with rosefox and sinboy. Not only having my trusty navigatrix, but an understanding that driving, while enjoyable, is still taxing and tiring. That having the temperature at my liking, and an ease of navigation/sign reading helps a lot, especially on long trips.

We managed to get to New Paltz regardless. Not before we ended up in the middle of the woods, and I wondered whether there might be a hillbilly in the bushes with a banjo, waiting for us.

We were still late, and some old people were in our seats.

But wow, was the concert wonderful. This perfect sense of intimacy, in such a close setting, and really, people who appreciate Pink Martini love seeing them playing their instruments, since their virtuosity is exceptional in and of itself.

And I cried during Aspettami. Because it was beautiful.

Afterwards, we struggled to find a place in New Paltz to eat that was open past 10 and wasn't a pub. We settled on a pizza place, and ate and then it was Late.

And then I had to drive home. I was so jetlagged and exhausted at that point that really, I felt as though my eyeballs were going to fall out of my head.

But I made it home. And then Sunday, I decided to do it all again!

Except this time, we took the Fung Wah bus to Boston at 2 pm for the 7:30pm show at Symphony Hall. Of course, I realized upon getting on the bus that I'd forgotten the tickets.

So with some excellent fineagling by mgrasso, we got in touch with the box office and managed to arrange passes. The bus ride was long, but not particularly loathsome.

But we got into Boston late, and mgrasso and ultra_lilac came to pick us up. Rachel was worried about being late, but I didn't want to come all that way and not have dinner, so I gave Rachel her ticket and headed off for dinner.

Which was lovely! Hotel bars are the shiznit.

Ran back to the concert, which was Huge. Way in the back, and admit I preferred the smaller venue and the set list from New Paltz.

Of course, after the concert, it rained and we caught the Fung-Wah bus back. I think... in the future... I might not sit in the front again, if only for my own self-preservation. Because looking out the front window of the bus shouldn't be that terrifying.

It should be indicative that it only took Fung Wah 3 hours to get back to New York. Downtown New York. From Boston.

Okay, off to work I go now.