Concert night

We walked across the street to the school for the concert. Parking is always an issue and it is a short way. The two guys on the left are J's best buddies, the Pakistani brothers. They are both so bright and well behaved. The other guy is their cousin, who lives around the corner.

He's peeking out from under the far left black swag. I was so spoiled last time when he sat on the end. This time, the Beginner Strings brought up the rear, while the more experienced ones had front stage. I look forward to him moving forward.

This is called Happy Blues, very catchy.

As a demonstration of how far I've come, here's J with his sister - I wanted to say half-sister, but she is his sister. She and her mom sat with me for the concert. Her mom is basically a nice person, but she always manages to put her foot in her mouth about something pertaining to fertility. Never fails. I try not to be pissed and always hold my tongue. I mostly let it fall flat. Ba dum bum. However, she is raising a lovely daughter. And I guess my son, too.