One of my pre-teen fantasies has now been fulfilled (Thanks, Reality Bites).  Today Lisa Loeb performed an 11am show in one of the conference rooms of my midtown office.  She whined that it was ”weird” and “early” and I agreed, it was really awkward shuffling into a conference room before you’ve had your second cup of coffee with a bunch of people you’re pretty sure have never heard the words, “you say.”  Watching some of my coworkers apathetically tap their feet made me depressed but when she played “Stay,” I got those same swollen tears in my eyes that I had on Obama night and I immediately missed my stone-washed jeans jacket.  I thought proudly to myself, “one less pilgrimage.” 

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