This weekend will be all kinds of crazy. Remember all those trips I’ve taken on Drew’s company’s dollar? Philly, DC. Good times! This time, Drew gets to come along for the ride while I work. While I make slime for the kiddos for 3 days straight at our hottest local music fest, Drew will be stashing his beer in my cooler and enjoying the live music. He deserves it.
I had this post halfway written. I had pictures picked out. I even had an outline, which involved detailing my most appreciated scars – all on my left leg, all reminders of my completely disastrous and clumsy nature. I wanted to rival Booyah’s “Scars” post.
But that is all irrelevant now. I’ve just reopened emotional scars and now I’m remembering parts of my past that I wish could be completely forgotten. Tossed aside in some dumpster, never to be relived again.
We’ve all done it: searched for an ex on facebook, sometimes even befriend said ex, maybe even have a conversation with them. We all know how that goes, too:
“Hey, Ex! How are things? My life is amazing without you in it! Can you believe it? I can actually survive without you around! I have an amazing job and an amazing person to love. Life is just fan-freakin’-tastic!”
That’s pretty much how it goes, right? RIGHT?!?! And all of that is true. Every bit of it. Life is most especially amazing without that ex in it, because said ex managed to steal your heart, crush it into a million pieces, and slam it back in your chest. All of this without a word of regret.
Why would I torture myself, you ask? Why search for that person repeatedly and then feel my heart stop beating when he is finally found? Because I needed to know that, however short the relationship may have been, it was real. Because I needed to know that he was real, even when I showed up at his house, wondering why he stood me up, only to discover that he left (MOVED!) without a trace and without a care or thought about me. Because I needed to remind myself that everything happens for a reason. Because it felt really good to see that yes, he does look exactly as I remembered him, but not nearly as beautiful as my memories had once deceived me.
Because now I can finally close that brief chapter of my life and forget all about that douche bag.
Between NOLA, Jazz Fest, boat rides and Genevieve’s birthday, I’d say we did way too much this past weekend. But the slow recovery was totally worth it!
The weekend started for us on Friday morning. I watched the DVR version of the royal wedding before we went for a nice, relaxing run. Then we got ready and headed to NOLA. We were drinking beer and eating crawfish bread at Jazz Fest by 1pm. I’d call that a great start to the day!
The reason we went to Jazz Fest was for two bands: Mumford and Sons and the Avett Brothers playing on the same stage back to back. Can’t beat that! My friends Noelle and Chris joined us for the Mumford show. What a great band! And it helps that the lead singer looks somewhat like Gerard Butler. Always a plus in my book.
The Avett Brothers closed out the day. Best song: Kick Drum. That’s good stuff.
Of course, I couldn’t let the following video fall by the wayside…
From there, we went to the French Quarter with the Morrisons for some good food and drinks, but by that time I had had enough. My head hurt, my feet hurt, my sunburn hurt. It was over for me.Especially when I had the cab driver take me to the wrong hotel because Drew had the wrong address. I was just happy to get in bed.
Saturday was nothing short of lovely. The morning started out with a yummy breakfast at Satsuma’s, then progressed to bloody mary’s at Columns and finally we found ourselves walking on a levy with frozen daquaries in our hands. Nothing wrong with this picture. At. All.
After an afternoon full of walking and a fun dinner at Jaque-Imo’s, we were done and heading back to MobTown. Thank you, Tim and Alicia, for showing us such a wonderful time in NOLA! We loved every minute.
Sunday was also a doozie, especially since we were so worn out already. Drew, Lauren and Glenn went for a boat ride on what can only be described as the slowest sinking boat in history, while I worked half the day.
Lauren and I then made our way out to Genevieve’s birthday party that evening. I may or may not have gotten Genevieve on stage for her birthday.
Quite honestly, my favorite part of the weekend may have been the ipod shuffle dance-off in the car with Lauren after a few drinks. How many songs can we get crazy to?!?! Only the Prius knows, and she’s not telling a soul.