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Why is this day different from all the other days?

Because today is June 10th and I can officially renew my AT&T contract.

As a valued AT&T customer, you may qualify for discounted equipment pricing with a new two-year commitment.

Decisions to be made. I have Hannah’s iphone here but I don’t know her password so I can’t play with it. I’m seriously thinking of getting one. Carol and Cheryl have an iPhone. I really feel like I should get one too. Drew thinks I need one, Hannah thinks I should get one, and apparently Steven Ezra doesn’t think I should get one because I’ll use it too much.

After all, I am a valued customer. Will I use it too much? I can’t be sure. But just think, I can check my email all day long from anywhere! I won’t have to run home periodically during the day just to see who emailed me. And with the price of gas that is quite a savings. I can find out where the local Starbucks is — even though I have been totally disappointed in their iced latte and cappuccino. What do you think happened?

The other day I ordered an iced latte and I asked for less ice and milk, “It’s okay if the cup isn’t filled to the top. I just want to taste the espresso,” I was sure to mention. But still it was weak. Not happy, not happy at all. A few months ago I ordered a tall cappuccino and it was so milky I poured it out. I should have returned it but I was in the city and rushing off. I used to like their coffee but I find their espresso not as strong and satisfying as it once was.

So, where was I. Ah, yes, the iphone — should I stay or should I go — to the AT&T store to pick up my new iphone? Well, for now, Hannah wants me to wait til she gets back so she can come with me to the store. I’ll wait til she gets back. Sometime this week she’ll be on the Greek Island of Lesbos and I will still be using my Nokia flip phone.

A heavy dose of black licorice and dark chocolate will keep me happy until Hannah gets home.

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Leave your phone, iphone, droid, blackberry at the door

Find your seat, sit back, and enjoy the show. Yes, I said sit down. My ticket has a seat number on it and I am so looking forward to resting my tush. I’ve given up going to concerts where I know I have to stand — actually that’s not true –I usually give in at the last-minute when Drew says, “you don’t have to go, I’ll go with out you.” Although lately I think he’s on the same page as I am.

Last night we went to Radio City Music Hall to see Bright Eyes. Drew and I ended up eating dinner at Heartland Brewery. I don’t know why– probably because it was up the block from the concert. (Note to myself: Need to find a place to eat in neighborhood — a nice casual pub would be nice . Suggestions?)

After dinner and many texts later, we found the girls huddled in a corner a few blocks away. We stopped at Starbucks before the concert. My feet were already hurting. I love my Doc Martens but they are not walking shoes. I was looking forward to sitting down.

At Radio City I found my seat, sat down, and I was ready for the show. As soon as Bright Eyes walks on stage the entire audience starts clapping and screaming and they ALL stand up. Everyone is  crazy excited. I take a deep breath. They’ll stand for a song, and then calm down, and sit. But that is not what happened. No one sat down for the entire show. What’s with this? I didn’t want to appear to be a weenie-concert-goer so I stood. Drew and I were sitting next to Josh and his friend and I didn’t want him to look over at me and think, “wow, maybe she’s too old to be here.” I didn’t want to embarrass Rachel.

Meanwhile Hannah and her sister, Rachel, were up close and leaning on the stage the entire time. They probably got to actually see Conor Oberst on stage. What’s with the lighting? Bad hair day? Pimple? Sty? Did he not want anyone to see him. Either it was dark and I couldn’t quite see where he was or the lights were crazy blinking in my face and I couldn’t see anything.

I made it thru the concert. I did sneak a sit. And then, instead of hopping in a cab, we walked over to the E train — which, we found out too late,  wasn’t running at night — missed the 12:35 am train, and ended up sitting in Penn station for an hour. I was in bed by 3:00 am and asleep by 3:01.

I’ll say this: Sitting or standing you can’t escape the glow. Maybe that’s why the show is so blinding, and glitzy — to distract the band from all the screen glow from phones, blackberrys, droids, and whatever else battery operated device that fits in a pocket.

Dinner: Chicken sausage from Pat’s Farms, broccoli rabe, and cauliflower, and ginger peanut soup. Yummmmmmm

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