No Such Thing
Wow... the concert was amazing. Normally, I prefer the crisp production and perfection of studio recordings to live music, but he's every bit as good in person as on the radio. I went into work at 8 so I could get out early enough to get things done. I did a few loads of laundry and a little cleaning so the place wouldn't look like a wreck when The Boy got there. I am so going to have to attack my shower with some industrial cleaner. That stuff never seems to want to come clean. David called at 6:30 to let me know he was on his way. He arrived at about 7ish. Sure I had my hair up in a clip and only had my brows on, but I threw on a robe and met him at the door, dragging him inside and greeting him with a kiss I'd been waiting all day to deliver. Let me moon, folks; this is all new to me, y'know. Though the concert began at 7:30, I told him we weren't in any hurry since Guster rather than Maroon 5 was opening. I invited him in and told him to make a sandwich, sit on my bed, and tell me all about his trip while I finished making up. I don't know why he thinks I'm cute when I've not got my face on, but I'll take the compliment. After I finished getting ready, I gave him two Garrison Keillor books I'd bought: Happy To Be Here & Leaving Home. In turn, he gave me a book, The Pushcart War - one of his childhood favorites - and Bath & Body Works Eucalyptus Spearmint Pillow Mist. I can't wait to use it this weekend. :-D
We arrived at Freedom Hall and took a seat just as Guster was going offstage. We marvelled at the young crowd and waited for Mayer to take the stage. The concert was great... if you like his albums, a live performance is a must - even if you have to deal with Mayer's his incessant mugging.
It's especially good if you have someone to kiss during "Your Body is a Wonderland"! :-D We made our way out and passed John Robbins whom I'd earlier spotted down in the crowd. Woot! At home, I quickly pulled up a list of tunes on the computer and proceeded to make out for a bit. After about an hour, we were ready for bed; we had been up all day, after all. I took out my contacts and opted for the lacy black negligée rather than my usual satin pants and tank or cami. Men are so visual... and it's so easy to prey on that. *wicked grin* When he pounced, I offhandedly remarked, "I thought you were tired and ready for bed?" Said he, "That was before you put on the negligée!" LOL
The alarm clock rudely woke us at 7, but that gave us some good cuddle time before having to get up. He suggested we go to Crackwhore Barrel for a spot of breakfast and asked that I not refresh myself any more than necessary and just wear jeans and a t-shirt. You really gotta love a man who doesn't mind being seen in public with me when my mascara's smudged and my hair's a mess. Even moreso when he constantly says "you're so cute"... and means it. After eating, chit-chatting, and playing footsy, it was time to leave. As he payed, I noticed another tall gal come in. I remembered how we'd laughed about our size sonar (honing in on people of the opposite sex who were close to our height). He didn't even notice... I had to point her out to him. As he escorted me out, we confessed that neither of us really noticed people anymore... Is this what they meant by that song, "I Only Have Eyes For You"? He walked me to my van, confirmed plans for Friday, and gave me my customary goodbye.
All twitterpated, I drove over to mother's to find out what her plans were for the big day. (My birthday, of course.) I told her about my weekend and the concert and helped her match thread to some patches for a project she's doing. "He drove all the way back down this morning to take you to breakfast?" "Uhhh... yeah, Mom... that's it. Drove back." I'm still her pure (mostly) little girl. Hey, what she doesn't know won't kill her, right?
Pop had been out and about running errands and came in for lunch. He was puttering around the kitchen, making noises, singing, and talking to himself. At that, Mom yelled out that she'd be there in a minute and explained that when he does that, he's lonely for company and wanting to talk. Why can't they just say what they feel? It did touch me, though, and made me want to know someone well enough that I can interpret his little idiosyncratic quirks and respond accordingly. At the table, she started singing, "Jamey's in Lo-ove, Jamey's in Lo-ove!" "I'm not in love, Mom... I'm smitten. Love's what you two have. I'm not going to make this into what it's not yet had time to become." I'm proceeding very cautiously here. We also talked about their financial state and what would happen if they died (God forbid). All the children would be after the house. Actually, they wouldn't. My sister, older brother, and sister-in-law would be bickering tooth & nail about who'd get the homestead while Chris and I discussed what books and pictures we'd take. I'd fully back my brother in it and take the 2-bedroom next door, but he couldn't make the mortgage payments right now. It'd probably fall to me (as will their long-term care should they get ill) as the dutiful, responsible spinster daughter to take care of the mortgage and maintain their rental properties. *sigh* God, if their eschatology is correct, please do take us before they die.
More to come...
We arrived at Freedom Hall and took a seat just as Guster was going offstage. We marvelled at the young crowd and waited for Mayer to take the stage. The concert was great... if you like his albums, a live performance is a must - even if you have to deal with Mayer's his incessant mugging.
It's especially good if you have someone to kiss during "Your Body is a Wonderland"! :-D We made our way out and passed John Robbins whom I'd earlier spotted down in the crowd. Woot! At home, I quickly pulled up a list of tunes on the computer and proceeded to make out for a bit. After about an hour, we were ready for bed; we had been up all day, after all. I took out my contacts and opted for the lacy black negligée rather than my usual satin pants and tank or cami. Men are so visual... and it's so easy to prey on that. *wicked grin* When he pounced, I offhandedly remarked, "I thought you were tired and ready for bed?" Said he, "That was before you put on the negligée!" LOL
The alarm clock rudely woke us at 7, but that gave us some good cuddle time before having to get up. He suggested we go to Crackwhore Barrel for a spot of breakfast and asked that I not refresh myself any more than necessary and just wear jeans and a t-shirt. You really gotta love a man who doesn't mind being seen in public with me when my mascara's smudged and my hair's a mess. Even moreso when he constantly says "you're so cute"... and means it. After eating, chit-chatting, and playing footsy, it was time to leave. As he payed, I noticed another tall gal come in. I remembered how we'd laughed about our size sonar (honing in on people of the opposite sex who were close to our height). He didn't even notice... I had to point her out to him. As he escorted me out, we confessed that neither of us really noticed people anymore... Is this what they meant by that song, "I Only Have Eyes For You"? He walked me to my van, confirmed plans for Friday, and gave me my customary goodbye.
All twitterpated, I drove over to mother's to find out what her plans were for the big day. (My birthday, of course.) I told her about my weekend and the concert and helped her match thread to some patches for a project she's doing. "He drove all the way back down this morning to take you to breakfast?" "Uhhh... yeah, Mom... that's it. Drove back." I'm still her pure (mostly) little girl. Hey, what she doesn't know won't kill her, right?
Pop had been out and about running errands and came in for lunch. He was puttering around the kitchen, making noises, singing, and talking to himself. At that, Mom yelled out that she'd be there in a minute and explained that when he does that, he's lonely for company and wanting to talk. Why can't they just say what they feel? It did touch me, though, and made me want to know someone well enough that I can interpret his little idiosyncratic quirks and respond accordingly. At the table, she started singing, "Jamey's in Lo-ove, Jamey's in Lo-ove!" "I'm not in love, Mom... I'm smitten. Love's what you two have. I'm not going to make this into what it's not yet had time to become." I'm proceeding very cautiously here. We also talked about their financial state and what would happen if they died (God forbid). All the children would be after the house. Actually, they wouldn't. My sister, older brother, and sister-in-law would be bickering tooth & nail about who'd get the homestead while Chris and I discussed what books and pictures we'd take. I'd fully back my brother in it and take the 2-bedroom next door, but he couldn't make the mortgage payments right now. It'd probably fall to me (as will their long-term care should they get ill) as the dutiful, responsible spinster daughter to take care of the mortgage and maintain their rental properties. *sigh* God, if their eschatology is correct, please do take us before they die.
More to come...