No more I love yous

The concert? It was fab. And I have flogged myself in the presence of the Gods of Rock for ever daring to turn up my nose at Annie Lennox, O Powerful Belter of Crazy Fun Songs, who made Sting look like a tired (and sleazy) old man.

But the traffic? We sat on Highway 18 for so long I seriously considered getting out and walking. What should have been about an hour drive turned into three. It was dark and rainy and messy and my chauffeur lost his control over proper language more than a few times. And the last 5 miles to the venue? A TWO-LANE COUNTRY ROAD. I'm not particularly impressed with whoever thought it would be an okay idea to plant a gigantic outdoor concert venue, one that has attracted some pretty big names during its two-year existence, in the middle of Absolutely Nowhere WITHOUT bothering to deal with the consequential transportation nightmare. But I wouldn't recommend becoming a Citizen of Greater Seattle if you aren't prepared to deal with transportation nightmares.

It's going to be a slow day for me. I have a meeting in a half hour, one that involves Various Representatives Of The Industry and requires me to physically get back in my car and drive to the meeting room at a snazzy hotel (hey look at me! I'm a Grown Up!) and half my office is out today attending a conference. It might be a good day to catch up on things, by which I mean, catching up on all those recaps I haven't read on Television Without Pity.