Hello? Is there anybody in there?

You know, for all of Gary's griping about a "loss of novelty" in our collective blogs, he's certainly been quiet!

Michelle and I went to a Jack Johnson concert last night, it was fantastic, as usual.

Highlights:

1. All the fashion victims who think pairing skirts with cowboy boots is cute. Newsflash: The combo is not cute, nor is it flattering. The net effect is to make you look stumpier than you already are.
2. Jack's encore cover of the Beatles' "Two of Us" -- a pleasant surprise!
3. Mmmm, margaritas.
4. The doppelganger for that chubby red-headed kid in The Sandlot who rolled down the rear window of his mom's car to blow us kisses and proclaim his undying love for us as we passed them on the interstate.
5. The fact that the combo of pot smoke and nachos coming from the row behind us didn't make me puke. (I can't handle that smell, really -- is it not as bad if you're the one smoking it, maybe?? I'm thinking I can safely add that to the list of things I'll never try. Like corndogs.)

We also learned last night that sequins are now in style, and I don't mean a few strategically-placed sequins on one article of clothing. I mean it is now in style to be dripping in them, like Liberace's cat. Bad news for anyone with a body fat percentage greater than 6%; good news for anorexic girls who can't afford a boob job. Thank God the sun set quickly, otherwise my retinas would be burned beyond repair.