GIRLS NIGHT OUT
I didn’t post yesterday because I knew the John Mellencamp concert (last night) would be worthy of talking about. The whole weekend was really fun. Saturday night was the Wild Turkey Federation fundraiser – yes, you heard right. I did not know the turkeys needed saving or funding but it really makes a fun party. Besides that, Denny won a gun on the silent auction. I’m going to spell it phonetically —– thirty aught six. I’m sure that’s not how
they list it at Cabela’s, but you get the point. Anyway, back to Mellencamp. Oh, how the dynamics have changed since my first days of going to concerts. This one started off as two couples getting together for an evening in the city. It’s funny how a divorce can totally screw up you social plans. Who do you ask? The wife? The husband? At this point, it really gets screwed up. Dennis has just gotten in from a business trip to Arizona and hem-haws around that he’s really not looking forward to going. Okay, I say, I’ll get some girls together and go. Pressure on. I overthink who will like John Mellencamp. Who will gel together on the ride to Austin? I’ve got 4 tickets. I form my team and hope all can go. It really will suck if I ask three and the fourth one can’t go. I don’t want to throw in a ringer. Thank goodness, they all say yes-even though it was nip and tuck since Carol’s dog cut her eye and she had been down for the count for a couple of days. Now we were down to where to eat. I’ve learned to not put that out for discussion. Just make a decision and say that’s where we’re going. And hope like hell, it’s good. I chose SAGRA. Winner! It’s a little bistro on east eleventh street (in Austin) that has really delicious salads and pizza. Great wine list and awesome tequila cocktails. And did I mention the people with leaves on their heads???? Ahhhhhhhhhh, Austin. We check the time and quickly scoot. We’re back in the car and on I-35. I proceed to go on the “upper” when I should have take the “lower”. How did that happen when I have all that driver support (ahem) in the car? Not to worry, we u-turn at Airport and barrel back down the interstate and have a 2 way discussion on which street to turn right on. I say 2 way. A third person is in the
conversation but because she thinks we’re going north (we’re going due south) she is removed by default. Low and behold, we are at Bass hall. The weather is rainy and time is short. We whip into valet parking knowing it will be $20.00. I open the door, flash a smile to the cute guy and he says for an extra twenty, I won’t have to wait in line after the performance and my car will be up close. Whatever. Just take the car and we’ll see you after the show. We walk in, past the beverage stations-no time, gotta get to the seats. And what great seats they are. First row, center on first balcony. Life is good. I run back and get water. I ask the woman next to us to take a picture. I return the favor, except I evidently keep punching the camera button and take 15. But they were a good 15. The lights dim and out comes Carlene Carter. Great voice,but, downer songs. I’m ready for the rock and roll. John Mellencamp comes on. Finally, the trip has come together. Mission accomplished. He is fabulous and his band is awesome. I lust for the fiddle player’s toned arms. I am a little peeved that he sings some of his old hits unplugged and with out the band. Heads up recording artist: play the songs like you did when they sold millions of copies. Just gut up and get over feeling the need to do something different. He plays for 2 hours, no encore. We shimmy down the stairs and loose Carol. She texts where are we? I text back on the way to get the car. They’ve moved the stand back close to the building steps. I walk past the minions standing in the valet line and give the man at the desk my stub. (Hey, that’s what they said the extra twenty was for!). He immediately opens the box and grabs my keys. I turn and see Sharon, Linda, and my car parked halfway between the Bass Hall steps and the street. We are rock stars! To show you how premier the spot was, a person knocked on the window and asked if Mac Brown was in the car because this is usually his reserved parking spot. I edge through the people walking in the courtyard in front of the building and pull out onto the street. On the road again and back to the reality of discussing what street to turn on to get out of down town. The fog is horrible and I slow down. (BTW: I think the color and blood are just about back in my fingers and I can almost straighten them out.) We remember our body clocks are lagging. Damn that time change! With the four drivers in the car*, I make it back home and slow down just long enough for them to jump out only after the second lost phone is found……..Did I mention my car is the Bermuda triangle for cell phones.?
*This so reminds me of the time Dennis and I were at Georgi’s granddaughter’s wedding and one of the husbands at the table was talking about his wife’s driving. He said, “Marilyn does all the driving—–all I have to do is steer.”
AND FINALLY, HERE’S MY VIDEO OF THE CONCERT. CALL ME IF YOU WANT ME TO SHOOT YOUR WEDDING. IMG_3773