Okay, kids. All this vacation time is exhausting me. Don't get me wrong, it's awesome, but it's action packed and busy and I never get on the computer because my girls are always on or I'm not at home, or whatever. I'm trying really hard to get to all your blogs, and I'll continue to try again tomorrow, but that's my lame excuse.
I was also picked to choose next weeks Saturday Scavenger Hunt word. I thought about it, and then forgot about it, and then remembered again and now I think I'll choose the word season. It's another one of those words that you can take a few different ways, so have at it.
I'm going to do a quick, lame weekend update post and then crash. So, here goes:
Friday night was Arts Fest downtown. Stinky went to a sleepover, and Coadster babysat for some people that I only know through my blog. Well, they know my blogging ex-neighbors, so I knew they weren't serial killers, but I'd never met them in the real world. Weird, this whole blogging thing. Coadster declared their boy, the happiest sweetest child she had ever met. Pretty cool, huh?
Anyway, with the girls busy elsewhere, I mosied downtown and caught a bit of Sam Bush's performance. If you like bluegrass at all, you would love him. If not, it's a good thing you weren't there. I also went down to the Dublin for my friend Libby's birthday shenanigans, and it was all very fun.
On Saturday, Coadster and I drove down to Ottumwa for my niece and nephew's combined birthday party. Strangely enough, both Coadster and I forgot our cameras, so we were not able to document all the stuff we would like to have documented. Damn!
After I got back into town, I ran my four mile route, because it was too hot and humid to go much further and headed downtown for those wonderful mojitos I talked about yesterday. Mmmmm.
On Saturday night CJ Chenier and his band (they play zydeco music) played for Arts Fest, and after the show, some of his band came down to the Dublin Underground for a drink. The washboard player was still wearing his apparatus/instrument, and my favorite bartender S. asked him if it was his night to do the laundry. See? That right there is exactly why S. is my favorite bartender.
At this point, I need to sleep. Hopefully, I'll come back tomorrow, well rested and not half as lame.