Around here we stay up very, very late

Around here. . . at Chez Ragged, we are nothing if not impulsive.

Thursday afternoon I landed some free tickets to a Counting Crows, Live and Collective Soul concert in Louisville.

On Friday, we left work early, and made the two hour trek east to the concert. We braved rush hour traffic, the 95-degree temperature and beating sun. . . and loved every minute of it. We stayed up much too late, we got home in the wee hours of the morning, we were tired, sweaty and worn out, but no one said that impulsive behavior was easy.

I had a whole diatribe planned about how simply hearing the Counting Crows takes me back to a very happy and simple place and time in my life. I had wanted to write about how I listened to "August and Everything After" over and over and over again; how it had become the soundtrack to one summer and fall many years ago.

Instead, let's just say that when I heard my buddy Adam sing "Long December", I was nearly brought to tears. Because "If you think that I could be forgiven. . . I wish you would" is perhaps one of the most touching lyrical phrases I have ever heard.

And contrary to what you may read elsewhere, there was no indecent exposure, no flashing of the flesh, but there was a little alcohol consumption, which I'll blame on the intense heat and my need for hydration. I am, afterall, a Girl Scout.