My dad sent me this lovely picture in an email the other day.
For the rest of you who are also disappointed that I chose to see a pop star over a pope, allow me to explain myself. Had I gone to see Pope Benedict, I would have been one of many thousands of New Yorkers packed into a stretch of only a few blocks hoping for a mere glimpse of the man as he rode by.
As for the Regina Spektor concert, I was one of only several hundreds of New Yorkers trying to pack into a tiny club. As it turned out, I didn't even make it inside to see her while she played. (But she sure sounded great from right outside the open door.) Lucky for me I was able to squeeze my way in after her performance to meet her, thus validating the choice I made to pass up the Papacy.
I think the patron saints will forgive me.