Country Goes Urban

See the Tennessean recap- Couldn’t have said it better myself- that Brad About You- he’s so funny!

Country Music took New York by storm last night with the CMAS, while a storm in Nashville kept me from watching the CMAS. I was feeling crummy with this cold that some thoughtful person gave me, and all I wanted to do was put on my pjs and watch the CMAS. But no. Instead the severe weather landed me in my basement (this is different than the Sevier weather we gals will be experiencing this weekend in our Cabin in the woods). So me and Mom and the 2 dogs headed downstairs while the storms moved through. Twice the power went out and came right back on, but it was enough to scare Oscar into jumping into our laps and shaking like a leaf. It’s pathetic really- so much for having guard dogs!

Finally, no sooner than the coast was clear, we headed back upstairs and figured out how to do a picture-in-picture on the tv to keep an eye on the weather, that the cable went out, so I couldn’t watch the awards show after all. (Is it cruel irony that the majority of people in the nation that would care about watching the CMAS could not?) I ended up watching The Upside of Anger instead where Kevin Costner plays a (surprise!) ex-baseball player. It was not at all about baseball, and the movie was a disappointment- though maybe not as much of a disappointment that Brad Paisley didn’t win a single award last night.

11:11- make a wish!!!

I was a little bit taller, I wish I was a baller, I wish I had a girl who looked good, I would call her- I was I had a rabbit in a hat with a bat and 6-4 impala.

I wish that Elizabethtown had 2 different co-stars other than the unlikable Kirsten Dunst and the faked American accent of Orlando Bloom. (Bradley & Bradley give it one thumb up)

I wish it were lunchtime- mmmmm- Cozy Mel’s here I come!!

I wish it were still 80 degrees today.

I wish I were an Oscar Meyer weiner.

I wish it were 5 o’clock so I could be through with my work week.

what do you wish?

random musings from the afternoon

*You know you’ve been sucked into the corporate mentality when… your boss’ bosses are coming into the office for the afternoon- as in, the big wigs of the entire corporation- I fondly refer to them as “The Bobs”- and you actually are nervous about the visit.

*Pet peeve # 5,280 (yes, I have pet peeves a mile long): when someone opens a new roll of toilet paper, or uses the last of one, and leaves the trash in the bathroom stall for someone else to throw away (Reeeaaallly, Clark?)

*I “helped” Beth with her faxes this afternoon- really it was just an excuse to stand there and talk for a few minutes. She commented on the fax machine actually working now, since someone replaced the card inside it. “Don’t judge our fax machine by its cover,” she declared. “Don’t judge a fax machine by its cover sheet,” I countered.

Ever since Sarah Scottie-Too-Hottie sent out an email with the closing, Happy Hump Day, I have that stupid Black Eyed Peas song stuck in my head:
My hump.
My hump. My hump. My hump.
My hump. My hump. My hump.
My lovely lady lumps. Check it out.

ha ha. Now you're singing it too...

my new toy

Well, I suppose I have joined Winn in becoming an isellout, but thanks to mom and dad I have joined the masses of ipod owners with my new ipod nano. The funny thing is that I've had my new toy for a week now, but haven't been able to do much else with it, other than open up all the packaging and admire its sleek design. Now I'm in the market for a laptop of some sort to use my ipod with, and to take with me to the big apple and heck, why not take an Apple to the big apple? Mac users who've swtiched from pc's swear by them, although they will admit that it takes some getting used to. I've been researching the adorable little ibooks and am itching to drive out to Green Hills and go to the apple store so I can spend more time exploring the software and see more of the ipod accessories in person. (It's so hard to decide which pink ipod case to buy online) If any of you computer gurus want to put in your two cents about ipods or ibooks, I'm all ears.

i heart dave barnes

Was there really life before Dave Barnes? I suppose there was, but it wasn’t very good. Okay. That is an exaggeration. A slight one.

Determined to get a good seat at the show this time, we became the ultimate groupies Saturday night, and stood in line over an hour before the show at 3rd and Lindsley to snag an up-front table (We, being myself, Emily, Lana, and her friend Courtney) (and let me also clarify, we did not stand in line for an entire hour; we just got there in plenty of time to be one of the first ones in). Ari and Bart met us later, and a few other friends and acquaintances spotted us and pulled up chairs nearby, so we had ourselves quite the group. Dave took the stage all by his lonesome, although he kept pantomiming conversations with the imaginary band and back-up singers that kept me in stitches all night. A few quotable DB lines from the night:

· Have you ever been dating someone who wasn’t dating you?
· Upon being caught by his friend’s mom doing muscle poses in his window reflection: And so you make that face where you’re smiling, like everything’s ok, but then from here up, you can tell that everything is definitely Not ok.
· So I have a question: one day when Sting fizzles out and isn’t as popular anymore, will he change his name to Stung?

The stories DB tells are worth every penny to go and see him live, and as always, the songs are able to speak for themselves. Plus I always enjoy the audience participation times. Why does this guy not have an amazing record deal and is not selling out arenas yet? Just you wait- I have a feeling his time is coming soon. In the meantime, I finally caved in and bought the hot pink t-shirt that says in white letters “I heart dave barnes.” And that, my friends, says it all.

Harry Paw-ter

come on, now that's just funny.

The Boys

Here's a picture of my boys- Stockwell and Oscar. This is them on Halloween of course, and although they didn't mind the costumes so much, they went crazy with all the people at the door. Oscar is a bit too much of a guard dog, and even barks at me when I come home at night! He's definitely not the sharpest cookie in the box.

Stockwell, or Precious, is my little heater, and has taken to crawling in bed with me in the mornings. He lays right on my legs and keeps them warm, making it difficult to get out of bed. And by difficult I mean both hard to leave the nice warm covers and canine, and nearly impossible to pry my limbs out from under the 4-legged-heater.

they say it's your birthday

and you know how THEY are by saying things like that. Well for once it happens to be true. Yes, dear readers, I am celebrating the 4th anniversary of my 21st birthday today. It is a gorgeous day here in middle Tennessee- 70 degrees and the sun is shining. I of course, am decked out in pink for the occasion, and am having a fantastic day. Thanks to all of the well-wishers and those who are able to celebrate with me here. I love you all, friends and family- you are what makes having birthdays special. :o)

Halloween, DIVA style

The weekend flew by, but it was a great one!

Friday night was the 80's party at Maury's. I was forced into watching a scary movie called "Don't Talk to Strangers" and proceeded to spill red punch on the couch in Little Guadalupe because Rob came up behind me and scared me! The group was small but we laughed at Maury's prom video (circa 1988), joined in on some 80's trivia, and danced to a great 80's mix of music.

Saturday was spent doing the Great Day of Service. This was a wonderful way to spend a Saturday, and I only wish that more people from the church had participated. Instead of patting the church on the back and saying, good job, we had 600 people participate in our church of over 5,000 members, I wish someone would say, shame on you for not joining together for one day as a church and reaching out to your community. (But then again, mercy is not one of my spiritual gifts.) At any rate, our group had an awesome experience at the Campus for Human Development and will hopefully continue this partnership.

Saturday night was the big night for us- "Macho, Macho Woman! I wanna be a macho woman!" Tex, Mitch, Tigerlilly, Ron, Jarhead, & MA got together for a rollicking good time as the Village People and made quite the grand entrances and exits at the parties we attended. Sarah impressed us with her skills at driving with her sunglasses on, because, you know, she wears her sun-glasses at night, so she can, so she can...
Dressing up in group costumes is definitely the way to go- it makes Halloween so much more fun!

Sunday afternoon marked the First Ever Ultimate Harvest Party. A bunch of people came over and showed us their mad pumpkin-carving skills. I admit I was a little off my game that day- the distraction of hosting the party detracted from my ability to carve a good jack-o-lantern ("and I promise that my personal tragedy will not interfere with my abilty to do good hair") (You can never have too many random Steele Magnolias quotes thrown in for good measure!). Mary Anna's Chicago Cubs pumpkin was crowned our Grand Champion after making the finals and winning the most votes. The weather was perfect, the cider was warm, and the munchies were delicious (thanks to Momma B and Laura Loo for heading up the kitchen duties).



The Finished Products









"What Can Brown Do For You??"














"The Happy Family"

Happy Howl-O-Ween

Ok, this was just too cute- I had to share!

All things autumnal

Here is my official tribute to Fall, even though I find the entire season depressing. Before you get all defensive, hear me out. Summer is my absolute favorite season, so anything else is just not as much fun (really, how can you beat naps in the warm sun, trips to the beach, vacations in general, eating summer evening meals outdoors, no school when you were young- I could go on and on!). I am a summerphilia.

But I also despise cold weather, and yes, while the changing colors on the trees are beautiful, all it really means is that the trees and every other living thing around are dying! On a serious note, 3 of the 4 people that have died in my lifetime that I was close to, have all passed away in the fall.

My friends persist however, reminding me of all the great things about this unique season, and all the fun things that go along with it. For example:

Gentry's Pumpkin farm last weekend. Me, Emily, Em's friend Elisa, Mary Anna, and Leslie all piled into the car and headed over to pick pumpkins and sunflowers. The weather was cool but sunny, and we found some great pumpkins for carving, smaller ones for decoration, and Leslie and I clipped a few sunflowers from the field to take home. Definitely a fun fall activity.

This past Wednesday night: Death Valley Haunted Woods with Emily, Rhonda, and John. I can't give the recap as good as Em, so read all about our fearful/funny moment of the night on oreosandmilk. One other funny part that night was the 4 of us getting lost in one of the mazes, and having an anonymous worker from above direct us to go "Left!" to get out of the blasted thing. If you haven't been to this haunted house, it's by far the best one in Nashville and well worth the ten bucks.

Another fun fall activity on the agenda for this weekend, an 80's Halloween party at co-worker Maury's house (his house is named Little Guadalupe- now that's just funny!) (And yes, this is the same Maury who almost forwent drinks to go shopping for an area rug). I'm sure we'll have incriminating pictures to display after this event.

Tomorrow- Great Day of Service- that's not necessarily dependent upon the fall, but something our church does every October. It's a churchwide sponsored event to get out and serve the community in different ways. I'm heading up our project for the Singles class where we'll be stationed at a Nashville-area homeless shelter doing maintenence indoors and outdoors and also serving lunch to over 100 people. It should be a long but rewarding day.

Tomorrow night: Singles class Halloween party. The girls are going as the Village People!! Oh yes, we plan on making a grand entrance together at this fall fiesta!
Guess who the sassy Indian's going to be? :o)

Sunday afternoon- the Ultimate Harvest Party at Chateau Bradley- BYOP of course (bring your own pumpkin)

Ok kids, it's 5 after 5 and my agenda is full! Gotta Run!

Cacti cookies, anyone?

I knew the day was going to be a fun one when I had a customer this morning ask for an orchestration to go along with his Avocado (instead of Octavo.) (You see where one could get confused) (An octavo is just a fancy name for a single piece of music, FYI).

And then...

If you can't laugh at yourself, well then, you just shouldn't laugh at others.

I sent out an email to my entire Singles class this morning asking them to sign up to bring Deserts on Saturday, not once, not twice, but 3 times (a lady) in the email- and then in the subject line! (So even the losers who deleted the email without even reading it would have seen my mistake in the title!) This is the kind of thing that I would laugh at mercilessly and forward to all my grammatically-obsessed friends (read: Mark, Ari, Em, MA, & Joel to name a few). "Can you believe that idiot asked me to bring a Desert?" I would write to them incredulously. "ha ha! Which one should I sign up for? The Sahara or the Gobi?"

What's worse is that I didn't realize my horrible error until one well-meaning (and probably smirking) soul sent me a reply that said simply, "I think you mean desserts."

I sat there with a sinking feeling in my stomach. What should I do? I could ignore my error and rest in the fact that most people wouldn't realize my mistake and pretend it never happened. But I just couldn't stand the thought that there would be that select few that would notice, and smirk, and would think me dumb or uneducated.

"Don't people proofread their emails before sending them out to a mass of people??!!" This is what my thought process would be, were I to read an email such as mine.

No. I could not ignore the ordeal. I had to face it head on. So I responded appropriately with wit and sarcasm. Email title: Correction, desserts needed. "Ha ha, can you tell I'm tired and preoccupied this morning? Of Course I do not want sand and cacti brought on Saturday, nor do we want mirages of desserts- just the real deal please." That is not an exact quote, but it was something to that effect.

I hope you all will not dessert me as a friend due to my stupidity, or force me to remain with my head buried in the sand. Please just laugh and point along with me, and then let's just put this whole ordeal behind us, like trails in the sand.

turtle love

While the A D Pis have their little kitten mascot that they call a lion, and Thetas have the kite for their mascot (what's that all about?), DZ's have the Turtle. I know what you're thinking. A Turtle is not very ferocious or menacing. And I may just have to agree with you. But a turtle is slow and steady (winning the race and beating the stupid hare at his own game). A turtle is determined and consistent. And, as we Delta Zetas used to quote, "a turtle never gets anywhere without sticking out its neck."

On a different note. Today was the first day this autumn that I finally had to bust out the turtleneck to wear. I do love turtlenecks, and own them in several colors of the rainbow. They make me want to curl up by a fire and watch a movie- not get up and go to work like I had to do this morning. But oh well. I am sittin' cozy in my turtleneck and cords (another tell-tale sign of Fall!) here in my cubicle-o-pink.

Perhaps I will be converted to a lover-of-the-fall yet.

Gettin Crazy with the Cheezwiz

Yes that's right- I travelled back to middle school on my drive back from lunch this afternoon and caught all of Beck's Loser on the radio. I was surprised that I still remembered most of the words, and I was whisked away to memories of my 7th grade cheerleading slumber party that we had at our sponser's house. We listened to this song about a million times and an 8th grader named Cheryl happened to love the line, "Gettin crazy with the Cheezwiz," so now every time I hear that line I can see her dancing and smiling! Also, listening to the song that night sparked the universal debate- what is Beck really saying at the beginning of the chorus?? My Spanish-speaking friends now tell me that he's quoting "I'm a loser, baby" in Spanish, but I'm not so sure. I think you lose something in the translation.

This episode of Random Trips Down Memory Lane has been brought to you today by our author & Diva, Amanda, the number 19, and the letters B and L. See you next time!

(cue Mr. Rodger's It's such a good feeling music)

My friend Michelle

Many of you know my sweet friend Michelle. She was the one who got me plugged into a small group a few years ago, and was our fearless leader for a while until she went to Hong Kong in May of 2004. Michelle nudged me (reluctantly, I might add) into a leadership position within our small group, and left me the reigns when she left for HK. She has continually modeled to me what it means to really worship God in everything that you do.

Saturday afternoon Michelle had a motorcyle accident in Western Kentucky and was life-flighted to Vanderbilt hospital in Nashville. At first that was all I knew, and I was out of town, unable to rush to the hospital. All I could do was pray... but then I realized ALL that I could Do was PRAY!!

How often do we think of prayer as a last resort when we can "do" nothing else, instead of a first priority?? So many times I take care of things the best I humanly can, and then I go to God as an afterthought. It was a very humbling truth that God showed me on Saturday when I really wasn't able to help Michelle in any other way than by my prayers on her behalf. And I apparently wasn't the only one praying for her, because our girl is pulling through. The injuries she sustained are not life-threatening, although the doctors are keeping a close eye on her, and she will have several surgeries to repair broken bones and facial reconstruction.

Her roommate has set up this website to keep everyone updated on Michelle's long road to recovery. Please keep her in and her family in your prayers, and know that praying is the best thing you can do!

The Great, Late, FonDate

Comedian/actor, Long-time friend, and namesake to my car, Thomas, and I were long overdue for our date to the Melting Pot, Nashville's most hyped up restaurant for fondue.

We met up after my tap class last night for a cheap dinner at- and I am not kidding you- McDonalds. Reason being, a, we're just that quirky; b, we needed a cheap meal to supersede the break-the-bank desert we were about to enjoy; and c, Thomas collects the monopoly pieces they're giving away right now to win prizes.

We discussed his big move to the Apple of America's eye, and my imminent move there as well, he tried to get me to move over to MySpace (Blogger is just So much better!), and then we both had to move our tails as time had flown and we needed to head down to 2nd Ave to make our 9 o'clock reservation!

It had been quite some time since I had been to the Melting Pot (try Prom, junior year!) so Thomas and I spent the evening making our list of Fon-dos and Fon-don'ts, so if you go, you'll be in-the-know:

Fon-do: get the Flaming Turtle chocolate desert- it's heaven in a fondue pot and their most popular desert: warm milk chocolate, caramel flambay and pecans mixed in
Fon-don't: reach your hand over the steaming pot- you Will get burned!
Fon-do: try the FAB coffee- Frangelico, Amaretto, and Baileys mixed in coffee
Fon-don't: be "that couple" that sits on the same side of the booth

Thomas and I laughed at this obnoxious couple all night, I tried to tie a cherry stem with my tongue, and Thomas nearly had to role me out of the restaurant after having eaten too much. Oh yeah- I just got an email from Thomas who reminded me about me seeing a waiter trip over his serving tray, and apparently I forced Thomas to run his shoulder into a coathook. So we ate yummy chocolate and laughed till we almost spit out our desert- good times.

(Oh- an explanation for the random picture- we killed some time in a 2nd Ave gift shop before heading to the restaurant before the owner kicked us out.)

this Blog's for you, Christopher.

The fall weather this weekend (read: cold, gray, and Yuck) made me want to burrow indoors so that's pretty much what I did!

Friday night was a fun-filled SATC viewing party- season 2, disc 1- over at the Aspen Bungalow aka Mary Anna's apartment. Her cat Jack-Jack (my nickname for him) seems to have finally warmed up to me, making the number of cats that I have ever liked and have ever liked me to a grand total of 2. I had a creepy twilight-zone moment when I got into my car that night to leave: the same song was on the radio that had playing when I got out of the car hours earlier- what made it even weirder was that I had never heard that song until Friday night.

Saturday was the Brenthaven Neighborhood Yardsale. I hate yardsales with every fiber of my being. I hate going throughg other people's stuff- esp. when they're standing right there- and I hate other people going through my stuff. What was even worse was getting up before daylight on a Saturday morning and sitting outside in the chilly autumn air.

10 o'oclock came and I was given a 2 hour reprieve from the yard sellers and headed over to Breakfast at Emily's (and I said what about breakfast at Emily's- she said I think I remember the film there....). Emily, Mary Anna, Leslie and myself enjoyed breakfast crepes that were quite delicious (Laura, I used that word for you!). My dad's brother Russell and his wife, daughter, and grandsons were in town so they hung out at the house while we sold our crap to stingy people (I mean really, if it's brand-new and it says $2, do you really need to ask to get it for $1??? Yard buyers make me so mad!). My cousin Michael (2nd cousin? first cousin once-removed?) had on a T-shirt that said: I farted so you'd smell better. If I didn't feel guilty for posting family members' pictures on the blog, then that would have been a great TAR post. It was good to see my uncle and his family though.

Later Laura and I enjoyed some QT at the Cool Springs Galleria where we resisted buying this adorable coat at Gap, but I treated myself to this amazing Vincent Longo concealer at Bath & Body Works. Momma B made some of her awesome homemade beef stew for dinner, and later Em and Jen Gash came over and watched Monster in Law. That was a bust of a movie- as was the last Netflix movie I watched- Being John Malkovich. Note to self: rent better movies.

Anyways- this has become increasingly longer and more rambling, so I'll finish out by saying that Rian taught a great, thought-provoking Sunday school lesson, we went to the ATL Bread Co. for lunch (not my favorite) but then I met several new people (my favorite). I realize that I've become increasingly worse about only hanging out with my awesome group of girl friends that I forget to make new friends within the group. I tend to forget that lunch is not just lunch and then run off to watch football or get on with your Sunday plans, but rather an opportunity to get to know people better or say hi to visitors of the Sunday School class. I'm going to try to do better at this since you can never have too many friends, and usually my Sunday plans- whatever they entail are not nearly as important as the relationships I could be building.

I spent the rest of Sunday watching football, putting photos into albums, and then watching my new favorite TV show- Grey's Anatomy. It's an Emmy-nominated show but secretly I watch it pretty much because it has attractive actors in scrubs. Can I get a shout out for some honesty here people?

And how about a shout-out for this extremely long Blog on a busy Monday? And Columbus Day at that! Only a few more minutes left in today's work day, and then the Blue Like Jazzers are getting together for our new and improved meeting night for Bible Study. Happy Columbus day to you all.

wouldn't you like to know?

I stole this from Winn's blog.

What I was doing ten years ago:
1995. Hmm, I was brand-new at Brentwood High- I hated the school, and severely disliked my parents for making me go there.

Five years ago:
the year 2000, sophomore yr. In college. I had just pledged DZ and was making friends with Ari, Conley and Jocie- we were soon to be known as the DIVAS among the school of Music.

One year ago:
September 2004. I was working at the Bone & Joint Clinic (yuck!) but had just moved into the Penthouse with Emily and Rhonda (yea!)

Yesterday:
work, tap class, watched a really weird movie then baseball, bed.

Five songs I know all the words to:
Crash Into Me- Dave Matthews Band
Comfortable- John Mayer
Dixieland Delight- Alabama
Yesterday- the Beatles
Wannabe- the Spice Girls

Five snacks:
sunchips
ice cream
Choc Chip granola bars
celery w/ ranch dressing
wheat thins

Five things I'd do with $100 million:
get myself and my family out of debt
buy my dad a new Jeep Grand Cherokee
Give to Missions
Travel
Put the rest in savings

Five places I would run away to:
NYC
Rome, Italy
Nashville
Grandparent’s house in IN
London

Five things I would never wear:
Bell-bottoms
Cigarette pants
Bell skirts
A Duke shirt
those stupid ponchos (oh wait…)

5 Favorite TV Shows:
Friends
Seinfeld
SATC
30 Minute Meals
Dawson’s Creek

Five Favorite Toys:
Barbie Doll Dream House
Legos
my sister when she was a baby
Coco, my stuffed elephant
cell phone

Copy and paste into a comment and fill this out for yourself if you have a few minutes to spare.

Hump Days R Us

Today's going to be a hodge podge of topics, due to the fact that it's been several days since I posted anything (and now that I know that I AM missed during these interludes, I figured you'd waited long enough for some new material!)

Firstly, the weekend update: Best Friend Heather B came into town with her Cubby Hubby Jacob, and we 3 and Angie (Weez's sister) spent a relaxing weekend shopping, grabbing coffee, pushing people into cars, watching Chic Flicks, and laughing at Angie's dog, Archer J (where are those pictures, Jacob??). Jacob was a good sport about all the girl-time and I am now convinced that since Jacob and I share a love of sports and of laughing at Weezer that had I gone to UT, he and I would have been fast friends. We are making up for lost time though, and I look forward to many more visits with my favorite couple.

Sat. night we 4 went to a late movie of Just Like Heaven- the Reese Witherspoon/Mark Ruffalo film that I have been Dying to see (pun readily intended). I am a huge fan of Mark Ruffalo's and after seeing this movie you will be too. It's a lighthearted romantic comedy, so don't expect it to get any Oscar nods, but for its genre it was terrific. Bradley and Bowman-Depriest give it 2 Thumbs Up. I cried off and on all through the movie if that tells you anything, but then again, I cried during several of the previews too!!

It has been a while since I updated the Highly Anticipated Films links on the Divadomain, so take a gander at those- fall movies are here- woohoo!

Next order of bin-niss, Emmy Sue is back to the blogging world so stop in and see what's new with her. Also, the South Africa team is over in Capetown right now, so please remember to pray for them and see updates on their blog. Finally, That Aint Right is always worth the visit, so stop in and say hello.

Finally, my best girl friend from high school, one Jenni Stockwell (you may remember her in her performance of Sporty Spice), has officially asked me to be her Maid of Honor for her July 2006 wedding. It's my first experience as the MOH so I'm really excited. (We've got to get on ordering those dresses, GB)

Happy Hump Day- hope it's been a good one for you. Fall is upon us. I hate the fall. Guess I'll hold my breath till it's June all over again, but for all you Autumn Fans (Lana: "I once quit a job so that I could enjoy the Fall") I hope you're enjoying the cooler temps.

Later non-Florida-Gators!

Something's Missing

One week later, and a few (try 50) dollars shorter, I'm just now getting around to posting these pictures online. Rhonda, Mary Anna, and myself headed to the reknown Ryman Auditorium to see the John Mayer Trio. Okay- well riddle me this Batman, but every tri I've ever heard of has 3 people. Now I'm willing to stretch the imagination and allow for this motley crew to consist of John Mayer plus 3 of his most talented blues-playing friends, making it an ensemble of 4, but when did 5 people onstage constitute a trio? Why not call the tour, John Mayer and Friends, or the John Mayer Quintet? These are things to which I guess we'll never know the answers!

The show was good, but after seeing Coldplay a few weeks before, nothing compares (to you). It would be like comparing watching the UT-LSU game in overtime or seeing John Mayer perform a bunch of amazing, albeit unknown blues songs. ("Something's Missing"- oh yes, all the John Mayer songs!!) Which would you rather partake in? Rhonda and I had our priorities straight and therefore had my imaginary boyfriend text messaging us updates on the game that we would have, retrospectively of course, rather have been watching.

UT won, John Mayer didn't propose to me, but it was a fun Monday evening out with the girls. Notice our one fun That Aint Right Moment- our young friend's I Heart Freshman Girls T-shirt. Now that's just funny. Also thanks to Mary Anna who sacrificed much of the concert to view the show through the lens of her digital camera to capture these photos and many more.