Here is the stage where Chuck Berry will play tonight.
Oh my god. It's sick how much time I spent doing absolutely nothing tonight. Sick. The girls were in the Quad Cities at a funeral for their step-great-grandmother on their dad's side. (got it?) She was in her eighties and had cancer, so it was another one of those things where it was probably for the best for her, but everyone else will be sad.
This weekend should be absolutely insane. I haven't had too many plans lately, but this weekend, there are five hundred million. And you know I'd never exaggerate. I'm taking a half day of vacation today, but I probably should be taking at least three days.
Here is a sign announcing upcoming bands.
It's Homecoming here for both the university and my daughters' high school. They'll go to the high school game tonight and leave early to see a band called Rooney and then Chuck Berry, who are both playing for free on the Pentacrest. I wouldn't mind seeing Chuck Berry, but it doesn't look like it will happen.
My friend K.'s boyfriend is having a cookout, where I'll probably run into the wedding date guy. I called him on Wednesday to make sure everything would be cool and socially comfortable. He apologized a bunch about how things ended, and I told him it was fine. I couldn't do the long-distance thing anyway, even in the non-relationship format. I think we'll both be happy to see each other without any animosity. What more could you ask for in a non-break-up?
I just found out it's my friend J.'s birthday tomorrow as well. She wants to go to the Homecoming parade and then for drinks after. I'll probably make it for a drink downtown, wherever they are after the cookout.
Here is the stage again. Now new and improved with 50% more glare.
On Saturday, I may go to a wedding at the Radillac Farm. Since it's out in the country, they are encouraging people to camp. I'm not sure if I'm up for that, or even how much time I'll be able to spend there.
First I'll have to wake up at 6:30 and take my girls to work. Then I'll have to pick them up around one or two in the afternoon so they can get ready for the dance and then once Stinky's ready, I'll have to go to her friend's house to take photos of them all glammed up.
Here are the lights as they're being hoisted up.
I think I'll try to hit parts of the wedding party in between all that, but my head might explode before the night is over too. You just never know.
Here is a sign stating the obvious.
I have no idea what's going on for Sunday. If I'm lucky, I'll laze around and watch some football, go running and take a vow of silence and cloister myself for twenty-four hours just to recover.
You know the drill. Give me your plans.