Today is the beginning of what will be a sad weekend. I’m saying goodbye to a friend I’ve known for over three years. A friend that I’ve lived with. A friend that I’ve snuggled with. A friend that I don’t know how I will live without.
And I am sad.
I don’t care that this friend will return in four weeks because I don’t want it to leave at all. Yes, I said “it”.
Hey. You. Get your mind out of the gutter. Thank you.
You see that stud on the right? The hubs? I’m saying farewell to his beard. His wonderfully snuggly goatee.
WAHHH!!!!!!!!
Why? Because of work. He will be traveling next week to a plant that requires all employees and visitors to be beard-free. Because of respirators. That cover the nose and mouth. And a beard would keep it from fitting correctly. Which is important if his life is in danger. But that doesn’t make me any less sad. Nope. Still sad.
It took me 2 months to get used to that beard and now the hubs is going to be baby-faced for the next month while it grows back into place. I’m still trying to talk him into keeping the mustache though. Because that could be funny. We shall see.
Fingers crossed he doesn’t shave until I get home. Because I want need to take before – during – after photos of my friend’s departure. I know it’s just hair but I think he’s so darn handsome with it. And I love those bearded kisses dammit.
What’s a girl to do? But grow her own.
I’ll admit that I didn’t take very many photos on my quick trip to NashVegas with the pals. However, I did keep the kahuna in my lap while on the road. Just in case.
Nothing cool or fantastic or out of this world happened but I took photos anyway. And after sorting through them, I’ve decided they are pret-ty-bor-ing. But I ain’t got nothing else right now. So it’s either keep my big fat mouth shut for today or… well I can’t keep my big fat mouth shut.
So I present to you: The Road Trip.
Nashville. About a 3 hour drive from Louisville. Not too shabby considering all you have to do is head south on I-65. But 3 hours leaves a lot of time for discussion. Like boys, music, gummy worms – you know, all the good stuff.
BG is the mile marker that told us we were almost there. It is also the mile marker where Sweet Child Of Mine started playing and I did my best Axl Rose impersonation. You’re welcome, fellow passengers.
You KNOW you’re in Nashville when you see the Batman Building. Which Abby shared with me that her work buddies make fun of her for calling it the Batman Building. I asked why and she said because it’s actually the AT&T Building. To which I replied, “But it looks like Batman’s hat, Abby!!”
She agreed.
It was BEAUTIFUL outside. Absolutely wonderful weather. Windows down. Radio up. But I’m a lame-oh and developed a migraine and passed *GASP* on the opportunity to walk the streets of down town. I needed a nap.
My fear has happened: I’m getting old.
I believe this is Broadway. Chocked full of shops and honky tonks and traffic. And sunshine. And headaches. Boo brain, boo.
So we did our nap. We did our getting ready. We did our going out (which was SO MUCH FUN). And we did our sleeping.
Now, I could tell you a very humorous story that involves one friend and one pair of undies
And then we woke up and went home. The End.
I had a wonderful time with my gals. It’s stuff like this, the conversations, the jokes, the missing undies that make me realize I’ve surrounded myself with special people.
Thanks for the great time, Abby & Kelly. Now I can officially say “BRING ON BON JOVI!”
… they say it’s your birthday so I’ve scoured through all of my flickr photos and realized I have not stuck my kahuna in your face since Christmas.
And that is unacceptable.
But I did find these.
Mrs. Rev is a wonderful hand model, no?
Happy Birthday, friend.
OK, so I already stole a glance at the flickr group, and well, all I gotta say is great minds think alike.
With puzzle, I was limited. I didn’t have an interpretation that work and to be honest, I was limited on time this week. Lame excuse, I know, but I don’t lie. You should see my house right now – on the verge of being classified as shambles. But I forged ahead and with ideas I did have.
Here is my puzzle:
Yes. A crossword puzzle. I actually carry this book in my purse with me. Because many times when I’m meeting people, I have to wait. Because many of my friends are slow piddle take their time getting from A to B. And I get bored easily. So I puzzle to make the time fly.
Next week’s challenge is “suitcase.” I have zip for now. But I hope to get something pretty groovy for next week. Don’t forget to check out the flickr pool’s photos or click on the challenger roll to see everyone else’s photos. And if you’re up for a scavenger hunt, join the Weekly Photo Challenge.
I went to Nashville with my pals Abby and Kelly this weekend. Well, really only Saturday. One day. To get in some shopping, dancing and good times. We succeeded.
Our bar of choice? Tin Roof. Located directly across the street from our hotel. No worries about cabbies. And since the weather was awesome, no worries about coats either. We hopped, we skipped and we trotted through the door. And didn’t leave until something like 2am. Because of these guys.
This is the Chris Weaver Band. I have to say, never heard of them before but they ROCKED. Seriously. They played rock-n-roll, country, alternative, oldies, Neil Diamond… Journey… they ROCKED. So we didn’t leave. Until the crowd got so overwhelming that I could no longer stand in the spot I’d been in for the past 3 hours. Because the wild tramps were pushy. Boo wild tramps, boo.
I know these are dark. I know these are blurry. I know these aren’t that great.
But these – in my opinion – take you to the moment.
It was dark. It was blurry [because we were dancing like crazy].
The only difference was that it was great. And we belted along with them.
And then some wild tramp had to come and… hold on… oh, my bad…
… I didn’t see you there, Abby.
Let’s hug it out.
Leave A Comment