I Do Not Have The Bones Of An Idol, So Please Don't Dig Me Up

Brotherly Love, last time I checked, did not involve spreading sickness the weekend of The New Pornographers/Belle & Sebastian concert, then leaving for a week in Wisconsin Dells, but perhaps I should just check more often. Changing from sweatpants to jeans and a sweater to walk 6 blocks from the parking garage in the sleet is not on the easy list, but is maybe worse when you're seeing double and hearing little to nothing. It was, however, conveniently loud enough at the concert to muffle my hacking cough, along with the fact that Belle & Sebastian are from Scotland and have accents so cute I could eat them up with my Ludens Cherry Cough Drops. On a side note, it really is only a matter of time before they start putting active ingredients on Jolly Ranchers. After all, I guess I could have been Nat who got the stomach flu the night before and couldn't go at all. (I love you Nat...The concert wasn't that amazing(thatsalie)).