once in a blue moon

Let me set the scene:

11:10 on a snuggly-hot Thursday night. Everything smells like honeysuckle and new dirt. My parents are in bed, I'm downstairs, grateful for air conditioning, and my brother's celebrating the beginning of summer. It's not quite dullsville. It's comfy and home. It's amazing to realize I've been home four weeks today, and tomorrow we'll wake up into June. Where did May go?

Yet! We realize it's a blue moon tonight --- oh, don't be naive and be fooled like I was. It's actually golden-yellow. A blue moon apparently doesn't have to be blue, it just has to be the second full moon within a calendar month. Who knew? We sure didn't. A la The Notebook (oh man, talk about Weepytown Central, Population: whatever dummy decides to watch that movie), my broseph and I decide to lie in the middle of the street to wait for the blue to show up. Hey, we're patient!

Then WHAM! Out of the darkness! Scampers this little fellow! I know I ought to be thankful that it wasn't a car that interrupted our pre-witching hour reverie, but still --- imagine having that guy run right by your face while you're prone, helpless, and incapacitated by humidity and the potential to see the moon turn blue! It was more than a little startling.

And clearly, this could never have happened in New York City. Yes, I'm home in Silver Spring, and more in love with the D.C. area than I think I ever have been. Summer's been lovely to me so far, though I haven't had the pleasure of seeing ducklings every morning or making charmingly awkward phonecalls from the beach.

But attending three concerts in four weeks certainly is nothing to frown at --- especially when they were as massively varied as they were. A brilliant songwriter, an unstoppable herd of edgy electronic dance-rockers, and a glamorous (hah!) popstar --- each entertaining and excellent in their own ways. More to come on that.

For now, I'm well, and thinking of you all --- happy June eve, everyone! Watch out for those raccoons.