"Goodnight Springton. There will be no encores."

So many good things can happen at a concert, but in last night's case the pièce de resistance was when I burnt off a hipster's eyebrow while lighting her cigarette.* It was an accident, sure, but it added a laugh to what I can only describe as an unaffected, disinterested procedure of a show. And I like this band; it's not like I went into it knowing I'd be disappointed.**

People need entertainment. I sure do.

While I'm at it, many big times congratulations to Tanya, whose new baby (name still to be determined) is one week old today. Can you even imagine being one week old? That's the lifespan of a sea monkey!

*when I lit said hipster's cigarette: It took me back. August 1 was nine months to the day since I'd had a cigarette. Non-smokers and anti-smokers would like to hear me say I've never felt better and I don't want one at all, but it's a puffed-up lie. It's been nine months! Haven't I waited long enough?! It was also pretty funny, the burning-off of the eyebrow. I mean, when you lean into a lighter that's clearly torched, what do you expect? The thing went up especially because she had hairspray on it (she told me). Who sprays their eyebrows?

** The venue was also pretty bad. I had an extra ticket, and when I was rushing to find someone to put it to use more than one person declined solely on the basis that Kool Haus is a crap venue.