I’ve started working again at Taz, this time full time (sort of).  Completely my decision, but trying to manage working full time is bringing up a lot of memories, guilt and empathy managing it. Hardly anyone is getting a real dinner in my house; I think I’ve eaten 3 vegetables in the last month; been to the grocery store once; Exercise is spotty; meditating is spottier; friends are almost ghosts of lifetime past.  I know I managed somehow when Aub and Master D were young.   I’m not complaining…I’m merely empathizing with those who do it everyday for years and musing about my experience.

I do however have these moments of pining for both seeing Coldplay in concert and visiting AZ. I am grateful to have a friend who is game for a very quick trip and a lot of laughing. Cherie and I jumped on a plane and flew down to AZ to go see the new Coldplay documentary at a funky little theatre in downtown Phoenix called the film bar.

Just a little private equity trivia for those of you who don’t know this – it’s kind of beside the point but I was reminded of it while sitting in the airport waiting to get on the plane and taking a photo of my ticket.  There are these women who work in the private equity world and they are honestly called “founder hounders”.  The best description of these women:  morally skanky and teetering on the edge of dressing professionally with a skanky twist women who want to work their way up in what’s mostly a men’s financial world by finding companies for their employers to either purchase or invest into.  They contact unsuspecting entrepreneurs and for lack of a better term – “cozy them up” or do whatever it takes to get the deal.  I’ve met a few and this girl sitting across from us – so very importantly on her phone loudly showing off her importance is the epitome of a ‘founder hounder’. Anyhow, I read an article about them before I realized it was a thing and yep..  They are all too real.  We were greeted with a spectacular sunset.  I tell everyone in UT that Az has the best sunsets and it did not disappoint. We went to dinner at a taco place close to the theater and our waiter Nick, who looked so much like Jimmy Fallon doing an SNL skit as a constantly surprised waiter, couldn’t have been funnier. I had a very hard time not laughing every time he talked to us – and yes,  I do know you had to be there to appreciate it.  We parked at a meter and were dumping all of our change into it and between the two us with mostly nickels (two minutes of time) and dimes (four minutes of time) we came up with just enough time – probably costing us a dime just to dump it all in.  The theater is a super funky little place with only about 50 seats in it, but I loved the movie! Of course I did…did you doubt that I would?  It did quit in the middle for about 20 minutes (thank heavens we didn’t get a parking ticket) because it was streaming around the world at the same time and got overloaded.  It only played in theaters one night and now you can watch it on Amazon prime.  I forced my family – some of whom were not very happy about it – to watch it with me again the night before Thanksgiving and realized in the theaters there is an extra 15 minutes after the credits of an interview with the documentary maker. I was already super happy I made the trip, but knowing we got to see something extra was the icing on the cake.  He’s been a friend of the boys in the band for the last 20 years that started filming from their very first gig and documented their rise in fame.  Some of the gems is Chris with braces, one of their college roommates bare butts making a cameo and Beyonce singing in a pop up studio in Chris’ son’s bedroom in order to keep her collaboration secret.  We ate a delicious breakfast at one of my fav places, flew home and I was back at work in the afternoon.  Thanks Cherie for being a good sport and tagging along!