Or at least in the music. Tonight, all of us girls (16 +Laura) went to the National Concert Hall and heard a guy named Gary Williams perform a bunch of Nat King Cole songs. It was alright. I'm pretty sure we were the only people in the entire audience under a hundred. But the conductor was hilarious! I couldn't tell if he was conducting, dancing, or directing a plane! Maybe it was a combo of all three. I was sitting next to Laura and we almost lost it a couple times. The singer also made some entertaining faces. So between the two of them, it was hard to feel all romantic. That worked out great since I was only there with other girls!
I gotta say, the most epic part of the night was our walk back to the DART. On our way to the Concert Hall, it was all sunshine! The way back... rain. The nice way to describe it would be "a gentle spring drizzle." What it really felt like- "evil icy pinpricks." Oh well... we made it back to the YWCA eventually and enjoyed nice cups of hot cocoa.