Follow Up, Up, & Away

This weekend was fan-flippin-tastic!

Friday night I enjoyed a relaxing Greek dinner with my family, after a long day babysitting 'Jumpin' Jack Flash.' Before the day with him was through he imparted several bits of wisdom, including 'I have control of my balls.'

Saturday I did some yoga, sewing, and relaxing before a decadent night! I went to my grandmother's 89th birthday dinner at Ralph's On The Park, a local Brennan owned restaurant on the edge of City Park.

After dinner I went with a few people to see our friend, Will, (the one whose car I was in, but not with, a few weeks ago...also an excellent musician) play an acoustic set at a home-style coffee shop. The Neutral Ground, as it is called, is right behind my high-school, and walking in brought back a lot of memories. It is the ultimate bohemian breeding ground with 60's and 70's band posters, local art, and funky furniture lining the walls.

After his set, we all headed down to Frenchman, to see The Revivalists, the same band as 2 weeks prior at Tipitina's. It wasn't until we were at the bar, drinks in hand, that I decided to tackle the escapade with Will's friend. 2 weeks had gone by, and we still hadn't spoken on the matter.

Me: 'Ok, so....What do you know?'

Will: 'Everything.'

Me: 'Ok, great. Let's hear it!'

The night continued with little controversy over the matter. He seemed more amused than anything. Thank goodness! It wasn't until after hours of dancing that Will brought it up again.

Will: 'So, let me hear it again! What else happened?!'

Me: 'Huh? You mean the other night?'

Will: 'Yea, There has to be more to the story! Come on!'

Me: 'I don't think there is!'

(The story was re-hashed, yet again. When it came to the part about the car, this is what happened)

Me: 'Listen, I'm really sorry.'

Will: 'Why?! Don't be sorry! My friend said he had a great time! He loved both bands, and he had fun with you!'

Me: (blushing) 'Yea, I meant I'm sorry about your car.'

Will: 'Oh! haha! You know how many people I've hooked up with in the back of that car?!'

Me: 'Well, I'm glad we can share that experience now.'

That was the end of it, until we were dropping him off at his house, and the last thing he screams is:

'Have a good night you guys! And, (worn inside out), so glad you hooked up with my best friend! Thanks!'

No, Will, Thank you! So glad we are still on good terms! He really was the one doing me a favor.

Sunday I woke up exhausted from hours of dancing and spent the afternoon preparing for a yoga workshop for next weekend. I hope all these good vibes come with me on my journey westward in 2 weeks!!!