The "
sibling reunion" weekend was, in large part, planned around a
Sigur Ros concert. Our dear friends volunteered to watch Rooke for us and we headed out for an even-better-than-expected triple date.
Our seats were in the sixth row! Happy Birthday to Ryan!


Piles of confetti collected during the last big song of the night. It was so much fun, and since we were sitting under the confetti shooters, we were wading in it! I'm still finding little pieces around the apartment.


Yes, those are drumsticks. Yes, they were used by the drummer during the show. Yes, I almost lost my life while Ryan was trying to grab one. Ok, so that last line may be an exaggeration, but Ryan put up a good fight with the guy sitting behind us, who was also going for the stick after the drummer threw it in our direction. My husband won. What a man! I was so proud and would take the giant bruise on my thigh all over again for the same outcome. To make the story even better, after the show was over, the same guy (the loser!) discovered he had lost his cell phone in the brawl . . . er . . . shuffle. We were helping him look for it in the piles of confetti (it was the least we could do since, after all, he had lost the fight for the stick). I bent down to feel on the ground in front of me, and what did I discover hidden in the confetti? The second drum stick!!! It was just laying there! I discreetly picked it up, showed it to Ryan, and we started cracking up. I then quickly passed it off to Scott, who is much bigger fan of Sigur Ros than I am. It was an awesome way to end an already great night.

Ryan, Me, Scott, Aubyn, my niece/nephew, Tana, Konnor.
I love my siblings!