It's Friday, late afternoon and it is pouring. It's been pouring all day. This morning I rolled out of bed so freaking early, I felt like an animal. How do people get up at 7:00 am?
I am not a fan of sleeping in actually, I can't really do it. I can never sleep past nine. I hate wasting the day, even if it's dark and dreary out and warm and cozy in, and under the covers.
So anyway, I had to get up at the asscrack of dawn to go pick my girls up from my Mom's house so I could get them to school on time. They spent the night because we were out at a freaking awesome concert last night til late. We went to see Morrissey. I love him. I don't care that he's not into girls. I just love his smooth, velvety voice.
So we went to this concert and I was so happy because I was not surrounded by a bunch of young kids feeling all out of place. However, I was surrounded by hipsters - tons and tons of them, all wearing their glasses and hats and beards. Several pompadours were observed, especially in the front row. Which I had a good view of. Because I had great seats, that's why. I did feel a little out of place surrounded by the hipsters, I have to admit. It's hard to fit in and feel somewhat cool around them.
The concert was good. Rather loud though, I know I sound like my grandmother saying that. I probably looked like my Nan too kind of holding my ears closed a snitch. It really was LOUD! I bet if I was younger I wouldn't have even noticed. The drummer was awesome and there was a gong. No, not a bong (darn it!) a gong. We were five rows back and right smack in the center, so I could literally see the sweat on Morrissey's brow. It was awesome. He has a really sexy underbite.
Anyway, moving on... tomorrow will be another asscrack of dawn kinda morning for me, because I am flying out to San Francisco to meet my sister and friend. We're going to hang for a few days like girls. It'll be so nice, I can't wait. Hopefully the weather is good. That reminds me, I better go pack!
So if you don't hear from me for a few days, don't you worry. I'm all good (unless I die a fiery death in a tragic plane crash. in that case, farewell.) and I will catch up when I get back sometime next week.