I think the title says it all. Last weekend was brilliant. Lori and I drove up to Raleigh (which took us too much time) and I got to see Shelby and have some wine after the long road trip. The next day, I was able to see Miche (thanks again for the pedi treat!) and have lunch and talk politics and revel in the fact I was doing the very thing I had missed so much — spending time with my dear girls dishing about men (because w/o Hillery we just had the men to talk about). Topping that Friday off with an incredible Wilco performance under the stars and pines, dancing with tipsy Lori (and thanks again Shelby for being the designated driver), and loving the appreciative crowd, the lyrics, the whole moment — well, it just doesn’t get much better than that.
I finally got to meet Shelby’s Bostonian beau Joe, and we all went to a dive bar and had a blast. As Shelby pointed out, maybe too much fun. Sleep didn’t find me until 4 a.m. and then the flurry of Bojangles and getting Lori to her appointment with the mermaid (courtesy of Lacey) and then I had a bit of a communication breakdown and HAD to get a new cell phone and ended up with some handheld world controlling device, aka the Palm Centro. I don’t know, it’s no iPhone or Crack (I mean Black)berry — but it’s still a bit much for a girl who just wanted to make a call. After that, we were beat (and I didn’t even get a 3 hour long tattoo). Sorry I didn’t get to hang out with Joe again Saturday night, but the nachos were great and I’m sure there will be other times to argue about the Braves vs. the Red Sox.
All in all, it was the best Wilco Weekend ever. And last night I finally saw The Dark Knight with Mendy (oh, Mr. Ledger, we will miss you). And today more visits with friends while I’m here in Atlanta. And tomorrow back to the farm. I already feel like I need a vacation. 😉