Write it down, folks: This week I skipped not one but TWO concerts I had originally planned to attend. Why, you ask? The job, my friends. Yes, it's true. Sometimes Mapgirl is just too tired -- or dare I say, stressed -- to put aside the pressures of the workaday world and run off to the local concert hall. I know this is a surprise to everyone. But scary workaholic Mapgirl caught the bus to Music City soon after the holidays. She likes it here, of course -- everyone likes it here!
Any week in which you walk down the street to see Pretenders on Tuesday and Patty Griffin on Thursday is still a pretty well-balanced week. (I was going to see Will Kimbrough on Sunday and Cross Canadian Ragweed tonight, but I just want to go to sleep. I'll try to make it through the end of this post.)
I think the Ryman Auditorium is my own personal Happiest Place on Earth. On Tuesday night the usher who escorted us decided that our original seats were a little cramped, so he upgraded us by a row. Last night after the show the ushers pitched in to help me when, four steps outside the building, I had that terrifying realization of "Holy cow, my little change purse (with the key to my building) isn't in my coat pocket." Thank goodness (and some honest Patty Griffin fan) that it was discovered and returned; apparently it had fallen out as I put on the coat. We all did a little dance of joy and -- I am not kidding -- hugged one another.
The usher who got the purse back to me checked out my driver's license before handing it over. He said, "Hey, you live downtown. I think that would be fun!" 'Tis.