I've had the most kick-ass weekend, with like a little taste of all of my favorite things, well, except a visit from you- but everything else.
As I write this, I'm sitting in this gorgeous New Orleans church (St. Charles Ave. Presbyterian, if you find yourself nearby and need a church), where my dad's chorale group will be performing soon.
A little aside- the director and conductress of this chorale ensemble recognized me at a concert last year. "I know you," she said. "We went to LSU together!" I left LSU in 1993. Something like 20,000 students go there. Granted, we were both music majors, but still. !. The next thing she did was offer me a spot in the ensemble. Bless her heart. The past 20 years have featured a LOT of cigarettes... Pretty sure she wouldn't want me if she knew how I sound now!
I tend to celebrate my birthday for days- a week even. This year has been no exception. I started out on Friday, which I took off from work, so that the baby would see this when he got home from school (on his last ever day of 2nd grade ohmygawwwwwww):
Friday night, we were lazy and did nothing, but it was nice.
Saturday, I took El Niño and two of his good friends to the beach. This is them:
When we got home, we cleaned up some and went to my folks house for a while, then came home because friends were coming over for trivia night. Friends who kick ass at trivia, mind you.
Sunday, we had a great church service, then went for a sail, then drank beer and watched little kids swim. We stopped to eat, then did that some more. It was awesome.
Today is the actual birthday. I snoozed a little until I realized my gd baby kitten didn't wake up in a timely fashion so he had an accident. In my bed. In which I was lying. Eff that.
Got dressed, then we went for a boat ride, followed by more swimming. I went home and relaxed a bit, and now I'm at this concert, after which my dad said he would take me out to eat fancy. In New Orleans.
I like chorale music but I can't freaking wait for this concert to be over so I can go eat. Can't. Freaking. Wait. My date- my dad- is in a tux. FuckinA.
I hope y'all had a good weekend. God knows I did. I'm a lucky girl. A lucky birthday girl!
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