Ahh, I remember the weekends where I’d get off work, TC would come pick me up, and we’d high-tail it to Denton or Deep Ellum (Oh, Curtain Club, how I miss you!!) to go see Dollybraid, Plasma Jack, Edgewater, and any other band who may have opened for them. Friday and Saturday nights glued to a stage with camera in hand, not leaving until closing, or even a bit after, and stopping IHOP on the way home… the ringing in my ears so deafening that I didn’t go to bed until at least an hour after getting home, sometimes two, just to get up and do it all over again the next day. Man, I miss those days.
Tonight, I spent my Friday night doing laundry, and putting laundry away, and knitting while Joe plays video games on the Wii.
I? Am the epitome of exciting.
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That’s about as exciting as my life gets, too. We’re getting too damn old.
I MISS THOSE DAYS TOO!!!!