Yesterday (I can't believe it was just yesterday), I took off work at noon. I got home, got girlied-up (or as girlied-up as I get) and packed a bag. My friend Shawna (fave person #1 for the weekend) picked me up, we stopped at Sonic for Route 44 caffeine boosters and hit the road for my parents' house (fave persons #2 & #3 for the weekend). Our friend Lori (fave person #4) met us at my folks' place and then all five of us loaded up in Dad's pickup and headed to Roscoe, Texas (population 1,328).
There's a place in Roscoe called the Lumberyard (it used to be a lumberyard - imagine that) that is a beer and burger joint with a big outside area where they bring in bands to play. For a town that small, they manage to get some good bands. Last night's headliner was PAT GREEN. I love me some PAT GREEN.
|His picture is on the ticket! So adorable.|
We got to the Lumberyard plenty early to have some burgers (yummy carbolicious hamburger buns and tiny little cups of tea) and to make sure to get a good spot so we could park our lawn chairs in the shade. It was about 6:30 at that point and about as hot as the entrance to hell, because this is Texas in August. The Weather Service said it was only 98 degrees, but I think they just said that to mock me. And yes, in Texas in August we say "only 98 degrees" because typically we're in the triple digits by the first of August. It's one of those weird Texas things. When we're talking to other Texans about triple-degree heat, we complain, but when we talk about it to non-Texans (bless their hearts), it's almost a point of pride, like "You call that three days of 94 degrees in Boston a heat wave? We were at 107 for twelve days in a row last summer." Things aren't just bigger in Texas, they're hotter, because we're badasses and just so damn Texan. Even I brag about being able to survive the Texas heat (I just happen to leave out the part that I survive in an air-conditioned office from 8-5 and a very-well-air-conditioned apartment once I'm home.)
But I digress...The show didn't even start until about 8:30 when the opening band came on, so we pretty much just sat there and sweat and drank beer and critiqued everyone's outfits as they walked past (we were right by the entrance, so it was like being at a redneck fashion show. I've never seen so many short shorts and boots in one place. On girls who should NOT have been wearing short shorts. But that's a post for another day).
|Dad and Mom looking pretty cool in the heat.|
|Shawna, me and Lori enjoying our beverages.|
Anyhoo, back to my story. Finally, the opening act was done and PAT GREEN came on. Shawna, Lori and I went right up front and sang along at the top of our lungs to the first two songs. It was awesome. And even hotter because of all the people (and probably the proximity to Pat Green).
After breakfast, we watched a cute-but-lame Hallmark movie and did some visiting. Mom, Shawna and Lori talked about cooking...alot. I think Mom enjoyed having someone around that was interested in talking about recipes. Suddenly, it was lunchtime and Dad grilled up some yummy chicken fajitas. They were so good and had Dad and Lori talking about recipes. I didn't think to get a picture of the fajitas because we all just kinda dived in.
Not long after lunch, Shawna, Lori and I all headed for home. I was back on my couch and ready for a nap by 5pm. It was the best 29 hours I've had in quite awhile.
Now I just need about 29 hours to recover.