Last night Tanner and I went to see Sting and his Symphonicity Tour here in town. We’ve been looking forward to this for months and it was even better than we’d hoped. There wasn’t an opening act; it was three straight hours of Sting and the Royal Philharmonic Orchestra. He also had a small percussion group and a fantastic backup singer with him. At one point, I looked at the situation in its entirety and was awed by the amount of talent that filled the stage. Amazing. (Not to mention the fact that, at 58 years old, Sting is hotter than ever.) I was so mesmerized by the performance that I hardly took any photos.

And then there’s Wimbledon. Two darkness delays. Five sets. Over three days. 216 combined aces. Eleven hours and five minutes. The greatest tennis match. Ever. It was so great to see Johnny pull that one out – what a fighter. But your heart had to break for Mahut. It was cruel and unusual punishment to keep that poor guy on the court for interviews and photo ops after the match when his devastation was so clearly painted across his face.

On a much lighter note, I stumbled onto an etsy store that has the potential to turn me into a cupcake baking freak. Appropriately, it’s named “Cupcake Confessional.” I might as well start confessing my buyer’s remorse before I even bother to purchase anything. I want it all.