We are sitting in DC missing our friends and families, even though we are still HERE. Talk about arrggg.
Last night we watched the Scorcese Rolling Stones concert/movie. I'd watched it, youtube-sized, on the plane here. I told Peter we could play Scrabble and watch it at the same time, but he disagreed, and thought it was so good we couldn't miss a second. And once it was on the huge tv here, I was riveted. I always knew I had to like Mick, but now I'm wearing my belt buckled to the side like Ron Woods. And don't even talk to me about Keith Richards. I had no idea I loved Keith Richards.
And the Wild Horses duet with the White Stripes guy? Peter reminded me that he had seen Eddie Vedder do that same duet in 1998. So we looked it up and compared Eddie Vedder to Helen's boyfriend, Dave Mathews. And I have earth-shaking news, alert the media: Dave Matthews is better than Eddie Vedder.
Fun times on Pennsylvania Ave. Wish you were here.