Friday night my friend K and I went to see Ani DiFranco. I've seen her in concert 5 or 6 times, and I think this was my second favorite. The first time I saw her was October 1994, my gay and lesbian group at college sponsored her to play for Coming Out Day. I met her backstage. Besides being tiny, cute, and green haired, she was a bit grumpy. She had forgotten that Wisconsin was an hour behind us, so she was very late, and this was when it was just her and her drummer touring around in a car, and our stage manager opened the theater before the sound checks were done. All that was forgotten when she started, she put on a great performance in a very small venue. It was intimate and intense and my favorite concert. This time, her openning act was Hamell on Trial. He did a great job getting the crowd warmed up; he was very funny, a great guitarist, a so-so singer, but with wicked lyrics. He freaked the little old ladies out who were ushering with a song about the nastiness of Ann Coulter's nether regions. He's my new hero.
On the home front, it was a very social weekend, and now I'm tired and don't want to talk to anyone.
Adoption update: no new news. International adoption is a fickle friend. Every day I hope that today's the day I'll get my referrals. God, I hate waiting. I know they're out there. They've identified several children for referral, but the coordinator needs to make sure all their paperwork is in order before they release them for adoption. I know why I'm waiting but IT"S SO HARD! So, that's where we are: anti-social, and impatient.