Friday Melt

So this past Wednesday evening, John and I headed off to a Lindsey Stirling concert--me with my cold head and all.  I was feeling a lot better, but I still can't smell anything, and everything tastes like cardboard (FUN!).  But, the concert was a lot of fun--even though a lot of the people there didn't seem to realize they should be "rocking out" to the music.  And I could go on a rant about people and their cell phones and trying to record things, but I'll leave it at this: I think it's terrible.  How can you enjoy and experience a concert when you're holding up your phone, blocking people's views, and trying not to move?  It seems antithetical to me to the whole idea of "going to a concert".

There.  I'm done.