Thought you'd all like to know I am at work today sans crutch. Just me and an ace bandage.
And clothes, of course. *
I decided that this past weekend would be the return to my normal way of life, aka Busy.
Friday night, though wicked cold and foggy/drizzly, I went to see the Judds with my sister and nephew. About two hours before they were picking me up, I found out that we would be meeting them. mini Squee. I mean, whether you like country music or not, these ladies are Legends. Yes, capital L Legends. So we line up back stage pre-show, get our talking to - No autographs, only one picture by their photographer, no purses, crutches, etc..... I got it. I paid attention. Don't want to get tossed pre-photo op. In walks Naomi and Wynonna. I actually giggle and clap my hands together. Again - Legends. Sister, nephew and I opt for a picture with all three of us in it. Minimal chatting, and I go to leave. I grab my crutch from who I'm pretty sure was Wynonna's daughter, and start to hobble out. I feel someone touching my sleeve. I turn around - it's Naomi "Thanks for coming Sugar!" she says and beams at me. I mumble thanks and get out of there. We had really awesome seats for the show. Wynonna sang two Elvis songs and one Foreigner song. I had forgotten what fantastic entertainers they both are. A good time, overall.
Saturday my ass was up at the crack of dawn for VonParents' neighborhood garage sale. It's a big deal - the whole neighborhood gets involved. It's crazy. I made it for about one hour when my ankle said 'F you, lady, that's enough!' and I hobbled back to VonParents' house to relax. Ran some errands, then worked the Booker T show at Old Town. Which was awesome. Really awesome.
Sunday I ran many many errands for many hours. Sunday night is my t.v. night, with both Game of Thrones and The Killing on. I made a pizza and rested up.
So, a great weekend with my back in the swing of things (for the most part - I do still hobble) and a lot of great great music.
*Dirty birds, I know you went there