Tuesday, September 7, 2010

Long Weekend

Saturday morning. Starbucks. Pumpkin Cream Cheese Muffin. Already? Really? YES PLEASE. No, just one, thank you. Smartass barista.

Saturday afternoon. Phone rings and I don’t get there -- voice mail. Friend dropping car off at shop and will walk home if she doesn’t hear back from me. Ummm, no. It’s 108° out! Pick her (and her niece) up. Can I give her a ride back when it’s done? Naturally.

Saturday evening. On the road to Valley Center for a concert. Dash temp goes from 107° to 87° as we drive south, and then back up to 105° as we drive east. Indian reservation, citrus grove, reservation, boarded up houses, casino, trailer houses, another reservation, casino, oak trees, winding motherfucking road, turn here, citrus grove, reservation, HUGE GODDAMN CASINO IN THE MIDDLE OF NOWHERE. Park the car. Walk. Walk some more. Wait in line. Find seats. Right behind the mixing board. Not because they’re great seats, but because the board is in a weird spot. Tift Merritt. Good voice, but arrangements lacking as compared to CDs. Seats barely half full. Ray LaMontagne. Great voice, great lyrics. Songs tend toward the depressing which may or may not suit my mood a little too well these days, you know? Mostly mellow, but a couple songs really get folks moving. Full house now. And then… David Gray. Good LORD, this is a man who has found his sweet spot in the universe. He is doing what he was meant to do and HE IS ENJOYING IT MOTHERFUCKERS. And he’s got the head waggle to prove it. I’ve been listening to this guy for at least 10 years now and SUDDENLY I REMEMBER WHY. Awesome. Gotta live indeed.

Sunday morning. Finally watch the end of If God is Willing and Da Creek Don’t Rise. Only took me three sittings. Heart wrenching. I’ll say it again: Humans, as a species, do not deserve this planet we’ve been given. Kids walk home from my mom’s house. Austin sees me standing on the lawn and breaks into a full-tilt run. This is the first time he’s ever been away from me over night.

Sunday afternoon. Finally watch Babies. So beautiful, those babies. Bare bottoms and sleepy heads. Maybe humans aren’t so bad. Watch Juno for first time. Sad.

Sunday evening. Dinner with MIL. Watch Babies again. Don’t worry, it’s not making me want to get pregnant or anything.

Monday. Laundry. Laundry. Pizza. Laundry.


UPDATED TO INCLUDE photographic evidence of date night:


Ms. Moon said...

Wow. That was some weekend.

Sarcastic Bastard said...

What an interesting weekend you had.

Love you, Steph. Hope you have a great week.


Petit fleur said...

May we all find our sweet spot in the world.

All This Trouble... said...

You guys have such nice teeth. The kids are a nice blend of you two.