I'm sorry mama!
Tons of family hospital drama (and I don't mean General Hospital) and work drama means that I neglected my loyal reader(s) last week. For this, I apologize.

I meant to write about the Sigur Rós show, which was fantastic. Erin had asked earlier whether this was our first time to the Bass Performance Hall, and it was. What a nice building! The sound was fantastic. Sigur Rós played most of my favorite songs, including "Viðrar Vel Til Loftárása." That song happens to be my answer to the age-old question "If you knew you were going deaf/about to die, what is the last song you would want to hear?" So I was very excited when I heard the opening bits of it.

The rest of the workweek was blah/stressful/whatever, so I'll skip that part. Victor's 30th birthday was last Wednesday, and I suppose I'm a terrible wife for not posting about that. Ew, wife!! Anyway, we headed down to Austin Friday afternoon for his karaoke birthday party at The Common Interest. It was packed, so we didn't get a chance to sing too much. I did a terrible rendition of "Country Roads Take Me Home" (as usual), Debbie shocked us all with her vitriolic version of Eminem's "Cleanin Out My Closet," and Victor overcame his shyness to perform Pulp's "Common People."

On Saturday, I went to Nisha's bridal shower and bachelorette party. Enrique did a big grilled dinner for Victor and me. We watched a movie with Mark on both Saturday (Dave Chapelle's Block Party - thumbs up) and Sunday (Aquamarine - one up one down). Then I came home and caught the last bit of the Oscars, while Victor stayed for the annual Oscar party at Kurt and Meredith's.

More later. Work beckons, and I am not allowed to ignore it.