We had a nice long holiday weekend. On Thursday, D and her mom flew to Las Vegas for a couple of days (a Mothers Day gift). On Friday they went to a concert with at least fifteen artists; it was a tribute to David Foster, who is a writer/producer that's worked with some great performers. This particular concert included Josh Groban, Michael Buble, Andrea Bocelli, Babyface, Kenny G, Katharine McPhee, Michael Johns, and many more. They had a great time, then flew back to LA on Saturday for my church's Greek Festival. I met them there and we spent the day catching up with friends and family and eating far too much Greek food. We drove back to San Diego on Sunday for a fun Persian wedding that went late into the night, then spent Monday sleeping it off. All in all, it was a fantastic, exciting weekend (with a little relaxation thrown in to boot).
Our crazy work schedules will continue for at least a few more weeks. I'll be leaving for Phoenix in less than five hours (so I should get some sleep), and then headed to Reno on Wednesday and LA on Thursday. I might be able to stay in San Diego on Friday and for some of next week, but I'll be busy at local customers. D only has a few weeks left, but that always includes lots of grading, semester projects, and finals.
This summer we're going to a concert that by all rights should be amazing. It's at the Ford Amphitheater (a great venue in LA) and features one of my favorite performers, Fisher, who we've seen at least eight times in recent years. My only concern is that the concert circumstances might be part of a "Perfect Storm" of sadness. The concert is on June 15, the day Andrew was born. This year, that day happens to fall on Father's Day, which was difficult enough last year when he was in the hospital. Aside from the day and date, Fisher's music (though beautiful and touching) is not known for it's happy mood. Songs like this will take on a whole new meaning:
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