Weekend escapades

Last night Dara and I went to The Improv to see "Flight of the Conchords" alum, Rhys Darby. For those of you familiar with the show, you will recognize him as Murray, the naive New Zealand band manager. For those of you at the standup show on Friday, you will recognize him as the hilariously naive New Zealand comic. I can't describe the show for you, but fans of comedy are encouraged to check out his show.

The next morning Dara and I went to the dentist. I'm not particularly afraid of the dentist, but this dentist wasn't very appealing. For starters, her office was open, without any separation between the chairs. She didn't have any staff (how many times have you had the dentist clean your teeth, rather than a hygienist?), and she burped right as she sat me down. Not impressed.

After the trip to the dentist, we went out for some breakfast. While we were at a traffic stop, we saw a small mouse trying to cross the street. He got to the middle and doubled back when a car came. We were cheering for the little guy to make it across, and then a car came and drove right over him. It's surprising how sad an event like that can make you. One second ago, that mouse was alive. Now, it's dead. I don't want to make too much of a small event, but little moments like that can remind you how quick and fragile life is. And to look both ways before crossing the street.