Mama's busting out!

A week or two ago, I casually mentioned to Werner that if Meat Loaf ever came to town, I'd really like to go to the concert. Would love to, in fact. He performed in London while I was living there, and for the last decade I've regretted not sucking up the ticket price and just going. Starvation would have been worth it. (Ok, I wouldn't quite have starved - no worse than I would anyway, living off English student residence food - but I certainly wasn't flush, either.)

Lo and behold, as I was up half the night working on Jakob's Christmas stocking, I saw an ad on TV. Meat Loaf, live and in concert!!

Werner said he'll stay home and care for the baby. (It's his teaching term, and I haven't checked to see if the concert was on a school night.) I'd rather not go alone, but the only person I know who'd also love to go (Gord) isn't here. So, if anyone out there wants to go with me, let me know! Gord said the Toronto show sold out instantly, so I've got to get my ticket ASAP.

I have the vaguest of memories that things like this weren't always so complicated... Weren't they?