Domestic Weekend by MLK1

Dave and I had a relatively free weekend, but we managed to take up quite a bit of time "cooking". I say "cooking" because most of the time was actually spent attempting to "puree". As an engagement present, we got a fancy cookbook and decided to make Butternut Squash Soup and Sweet Pea Risotto. In total, we spent one hour and twenty minutes at the grocery store, three hours and forty minutes cooking, and about 15 minutes eating. The good news is that there is a lot leftover!

We also went to a Bob Dylan concert last night, the final installment of Dave's birthday. I swear, it's some kind of rule that I ALWAYS sit next to the one person who insists on standing and dancing throughout the entire concert, obstructing my view and distracting me beyond any potential enjoyment. There really is a pattern--and I get extremely distracted when there is something in my line of vision that is moving to the off-beat. These concert-goers tend to be accompanied by a significant other who looks miserable and doesn't look up once during the concert, let alone be-bop to the off-beat. This particular case was someone that I'm pretty sure drove down from Vermont for the concert, and doesn't know yet that the 70s are over. I do believe, however, that she was sober. And she very politely apologized to the people behind us and sat some place else for the rest of the concert.

The last thing I'll say about Dylan is that I've confirmed that I value the sing-along-ness of music really highly. Even the six or seven songs that I knew, and was excited to hear, I couldn't sign-along to. And Dylan didn't look at the audience once, let alone address us. While I appreciate the "I'm a serious musician and not an entertainer" thing, I could probably have gotten the same thing out of listening to him on my iPod, sans dancing hippie.