For every beginning, there must be an end

Well, it's been a month since my grand adventure. No, it wasn't exactly what I was hoping for, but it was fun, and it created some memories, even if some of them are a bit hazy at the moment. I know now that every time I open my Wigfield book, and see those two signatures, I can sit back and smile, remembering meeting the two men who belong to those names. I can remember the excitement of seeing the New York sign for the first time. I can feel the frustration of not knowing where the heck we were at 4 in the morning. No, it didn't turn out exactly the way I had drempt about, but it happened, and it was a good time.
I started this blog when I was wanting to go to New York to see The Colbert Report, and 'maybe' meet Stephen Colbert. I did it. My quest is complete. Well, almost. Ticket requests were opened a few days ago, and of course, I put my request in. It will be a while before I get any kind of confirmation from them, so I think I'll let this blog lie for a while. Then, in September, when I'll be on pins and needles again waiting for confirmation for my tickets, I'll start it up again, with a new beginning.
Thank you for coming along with me on this journey. We'll see you in the fall.
--Riki