It's Pat and I’m watching Record of Youth with my new fave, Park Bo-gum. He’s such a talented guy on so many levels. Of course it doesn’t hurt that he’s beyond cute. This show got me thinking about the stages of emotion I go through when watching a Kdrama. It reminds me of the stages of grief so well documented by Elizabeth Kubler Ross. Mine are a bit more superficial than hers. (As I’m doing this, I’m having a Déjà vu. Didn’t Judy already do a post similar to this? Oh, well, that’s the...

Judy is the best nagger. What I mean is that she nags me in such a nice way. She could be pestering me. She probably wants to hound me. To her credit, however, she merely suggests that it’s time. Time for what? Read on! The only thing she really gets on my case about is knocking out these posts. I’m sure you’ve noticed she writes the lion’s share of our imparted wisdom. Mostly I let her bask in the glory of her prolificity (yes, I had to look up the spelling of that,) knowing that she...

Judy has talked about our escapade before the concert, so I thought I’d talk about the actual concert itself. I’m a concert novice. Before this all I had seen was James Taylor and Billy Joel with a bit of Zac Brown thrown in. (Complete disclaimer: I did see Gwen Stefani and The Black Eyed Peas in the early 21st century, and my ears are still ringing from the cacophony. The attendee in front of me stood on her chair, so I really couldn’t see much.) I’m woefully ignorant on modern concert...