Home Sweet Airconditioned Home

ahh, turn that thermastat down to about 65, it's good to be back in my bed, with my shower, and my AC! I never considered myself a priss, but I might be changing my mind. I lounged in my bathtub last night, mostly because I KNEW it was clean, I don't care for motel baths. Who has been in it? I washed every article of clothing I had taken with me, just because it smelled like the crappy motel we stayed in. Did I mention that the hotel wasn't that great? I have to appreciate it some, it was a dry, cooler place to sleep. Most of the festival goers were camping in the dust and the ticks, so we had it pretty good. This is me seeing the glass half full, even if it's murkey water that's in the glass.
Today, I've propped my feet on the desk, knowing I have 1000 things to get caught up on from being gone for 5 days. At least it's happy feet that do the proppin'

BIG TIME

One of those working weekends when I'm all over the place, interviewing artists, introducing artists, talking to listeners of the radio station, and getting the whole weekend festival be expierence. I enjoy what I do, it's the heat, bugs and fried foods I'm not crazy about. When all is said and done, I'll be glad to be back to my bed, air conditioner, and routine.
God, I sound old
till then, bring on the coolers, cowboys, and seeing my face on the JUMBO TRon Screen.
ok, it's flattering sometimes

Story time

The thing about moving to a new place, is that you lose history. You lose people that share memories with you. You lose places that comfort you, favorite places to eat, things like that. I have relocated recently. I have also lost touch with my best friend, and just broke up with a long time boyfriend. Man, when it rains....
I've come to the point that the bittersweet feelings are setting in. I'm not overwhelmed by the loneliness, or even really just the missing part, but the part where I'm thankful for the times it was good. I'm re reading my favorite book, something I do about twice a year. First on the list is Border Music. It's an incredible book. It's about taking advantage of rare opportunities, and sometimes having nothing but the memories left. I HIGHLY recommend at least buying a used copy. Other books by Robert James Waller are much the same, not always a happy ending, but certainly well worth the trip.
Another busy weekend is on the way, working many hours and getting to have dinner with, and introduce my favorite artist, Pat Green. It's kinda sad, because the people in my life that I have loved the most would have been at this show, partying and singing along.