Really Good Stuff

The backpack picnic thingie that delerium3 got and brought worked perfectly. We found warm (and appreciative) bodies to fill all our seats. 'Twas another magical musical night 'neath the stars! So much hilarity and laughter and silliness and singing. Whoever shouted out "where's your neck" early on nearly made me pee right then and there. Quite enjoyed the neato view from the top of the Hollywood Bowl of all the cell phones waving through the air during various songs. Wishing now I bought more than two (2) tix to the live Rocky Horror in early September, but pleased to return to the Bowl for several more shows this summer.

One of my fave alternative lines: The hills are alive / Do you think they're hungry? (With hand placed below chin, fingers waggling ala Cthulhu). So much fun, so many laughs. And they provided little bags of fun to add to the experience... I'm quite happy & pleased.

Musing on Love

Is love something one always FALLS into? Or can it develop more slowly over time, like a Polaroid photo? Is it something one necessarily knows 'bout when it first hits? Or can it be like a slow burn...embers that ventually catch alight? Can it start off merely smoldering before finally blazing brightly?