Remember when weekends were for laying around the house and doing nothing? Those were the days. I was born too late. I want to a 50’s housewife – clean the house, watch some soap operas, grill out on weekends, that must have been the LIFE.
Me, I run around like crazy. First of all, I flew home from Savannah on Friday. I got to the airport at 2:30, home by 4:30, and we were all out the door and in the parking lot of FoxTale Books by 7 p.m. I wanted to see how they handled a book signing since ONE day, I might actually have one there. Unlike my friends who will get to see ME talk about books, we had to listen to Newt and Callista Gingrich. I’ll be honest – they could not have been nicer. Seriously. They chatted nicely, let us take photos with them, and basically acted like regular folk. So there goes all of my diva plans for my own book signing. Bummer.
Saturday, I went to the office and worked until 3, when I realized that we needed to hurry and get ready for the Miranda Lambert concert. Remember the days when you could go to a concert at 8, see ONE opening act, then watch the band you’d come to see and be home by midnight? Not anymore. We got there at 5:30, sat through FOUR opening acts, finally saw Miranda Lambert, and got home at 1 a.m. Moon enjoyed herself immensely, although I had to have a discussion about how drinking and smoking was really just something people SING about, it’s not actually something you DO. Which might have worked if it hadn’t been for the 798 people at the concert smoking and drinking.
Sunday’s excitement came in the form of a tennis match. My partner and I hadn’t won a match all season and when I heard we were playing the number one team, I was less than optimistic. But the Lord was smiling and we actually WON in 2 easy sets. Yay, me. I mean, US.
This was our favorite song of the night. An oldie, but a goodie. Enjoy!