This Is What My Weekend Looked Like, Vol. 2

A weekend spent with great friends in Set Genevieve and in St. Louis in some of that classic STL summer heat.


Smart Guy

Maverick was boarded all weekend and after picking him up on Monday morning, he went straight into my room and laid on the bed. Smart guy. Love him.


I Am Lucky

I am really lucky that I can meet my parents for patio beers randomly on a Sunday afternoon.

That's all.


LouFest 2014

For the last year, I've been fretting over not being able to go to LouFest 2014 because of a wedding in Columbia. Though I adore the brides, I have been to LouFest every year and it has become one of my very favorite weekends in St. Louis. 

So today, when I saw the line-up for Sunday featuring some of my most-anticipated acts (Pretty Little Empire, Portugal The Man, Trombone Shorty, Grouplove, Matt & Kim) I just decided to go for it and buy a single-day ticket. What the hell. It's just money, right?

That, and an early-morning, hungover drive back to St. Louis to stand outside in the heat at a festival all day. Totally rational decision. 

Lazy Thursday

I know it is beautiful out (a rare 75-degree week in St. Louis in July!) but after what feels like a month of non-stop hustling, I cannot wait to go home tonight. Agenda calls for cooking dinner, a glass or 4 of wine, watching TV and maybe even cleaning a little during commercials. 


Morning Musings: Vacation-Brain Edition

Hours in my extended weekend: 120
Approx. mileage: 2,359
Approx. hours slept: 26
Approx alcoholic drinks consumed: 38

I struck out eight times last night in softball. Not an exaggeration.

Went to leave for lunch, got to my car and realized I had left my keys on my desk. Walked back for my keys only and get back to my car only to find that I had left my lights on and my car was dead. Womp womp.

I am not one to complain when people only live a little bit of coffee and don't make more, but when the coffee pot is completely empty and you don't make more that is just rude. You took the very last of it and left it? WTF.

Can I go to Colorado like once every three months? Is that acceptable? I think it would be good for my sanity.

Guys in Colorado are hotter than (most) guys in Missouri. Just sayin'.

Today a coworker told me she had been to Red Rocks, but didn't see a concert there. That's funny, I replied, I've been to a concert at Red Rocks but hadn't actually seen it. Damn you, rain.

No mice in my mouse traps when I returned home. Not sure how I should feel about that.


Thinking About Tomorrow

So your home town's bringing you down
Are you drowning in the small talk and the chatter
Young man full of big plans and thinking about tomorrow.

- Ray Lamontagne, "Beg, Steal Or Borrow"
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Through My Prayers

Such a beautiful song. Such a beautiful sentiment. One I've been struck with too often than I'd like to admit lately.

Five Days

Revisiting this list, checking out this website, pinning a bunch of stuff to this board.

Trying not to think about the last time I made that list or pinned to a Colorado vacation board.

Worrying about how much time I have (or more accurately don't have) to pack this week. And worrying I don't have everything I need and won't have time to get to a store to get it.

Trying to figure out what to do for 24 hours in Colorado by myself. It's both freeing and terrifying.

And secretly breathing a sigh of relief that I'm not going to Colorado by myself for 48 hours.

Wishing I had booked the cheaper hotel. Or searched for cheaper car rental. Or free parking options. Or that we had opted to camp.

Realizing that I don't have any camping equipment.

Which leads me back to trying not to think about the last time I was on a trip like this in Colorado. This one is supposed to be mine. All mine.

And yet, still worrying that the whole trip will be spent in my head, thinking about the last time.


Sounds Like Somewhere

Someday, I'll find the right words 
I will belong or I will wander 
Somewhere, Over the mountain 
Under the great sky I'll be all right 

Someday I'll find the right words 
And i'll bloom where I was planted long ago 
Until then, I'll be waiting 
Hoping, to one day let go

It's been one of those weeks (or months).

Current Status

Oh you know, just blowing money I don't really have on a sweet downtown condo and rental car for a trip to Colorado to see my dream concert – which very possibly might be a solo trip.

This is the definition of "treat yo' self." Literally.

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