I'm saving most of this for the Culture Blog, because really, I can't enjoy an experience unless people call me a whore in the comments, but guess who I met tonight?!?!
As I near the second anniversary of my boozeless life (Tuesday! Tuesday! Tuesday!), I realize I have so many goddamn wonderful moments, little fucking slices of life. And as I sat 20 feet from Rufus Wainwright performing, whose music has at times been my only companion on some of the shitter roads I've travelled, I was a little bit overwhelmed with gratitude and sheer happiness.
Christ, I cried in the middle of Davis Symphony Hall.
And you can too...tomorrow and Saturday night. The whole embarrassing story, including all of the profoundly stupid things I said to Rufus, up on Wednesday. Note the fear in his eyes...