Bluebird of happiness

Yesterday was very full.

First there was an earrrrly morning date with dancingwaves, who is a pleasure to spend time with and I am so lucky to have met her.

Then there was the trip to the House on the Rock with minkoflove. It felt like a monument to existentialism: "life's meaningless and absurd, so why the hell not?"

Then we drove the other direction to see Erasure. The singer is a peacock, there's no other way to describe it. It was a good show, even if 90% of the songs were on Pop! It was glitzy and fun, the audience (young pretty gayboys and dolled-up thirtysomething women) were free of detached hipster irony, and I left smiling.

Then we stopped at the Pine Cone (cream puffs as big as your head! elephant ears as big as hubcaps!) for midnight snacks.

Result: one happy tired eirias who slept very well.