It’s 11 p.m. on a Saturday, and downtown San Jose is bubbling with excitement and tension.

About that time I’m either in my car, ready to drive home, or I’m already at home (if it’s a shorter opera or a symphony night).

I see these folks, though, out for a hot night. They are dressed as if it is hot, too, even when it might be freezing outside. It makes me laugh sometimes; I guess wearing something tiny that shows a lot of flesh is more important than comfort. Gee … do I sound like I’m fifty or what!?

San Jose is, from what I read, trying to figure out how to keep things safe while rejoicing in the fact that we finally have a lively downtown.

Me? I say go to the symphony or opera and get home earlier. Then you can party hearty and not have to worry about safety or designated drivers, and you can dress skimpily and still stay warm!

Or you can go to bed. Like I do.

In other news: I appear to be getting the cold that Dan and Jameson have had. Ah well. It was bound to happen. I’ll recover quickly, though, because I stay fairly well rested. Neither of them has that option, due to their schools schedules.

Yes, I’m spoiled.
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