That's what weekend s are made of.

I got a chance to go to the sold out John Mayer show Friday. And I was happy to take my little ass down to Lakewood and check it out.

It wasn't the best JM show I've been to, but I know he is still recovering from his throat stuff so I'll give him a pass. The highlight for me was definitely Slow Dancing In a Burning Room. I'd post a video, but I'm on my phone, and I'm not quite sure how to to insert one from here. The weather was perfection. The music was sustaining. Life was lived. Happiest happies.

Saturday night was make-up fireworks night. The Fourth of July came to September, and it didn't disappoint. I wish the fireworks would rain out every year from here on out. An early fall night is much more conducive to outdoor enjoyments in Georgia.

Today B and I had lunch and split a caramel milkshake. Then I made it through Sunday afternoon grocery shopping with out murdering someone, coupons and all.

Now it's all cheese and crackers for dinner and DVR clean-up. Maybe do some wedding stuff if I get the itch.

Life is good when you let it be.

Rain sounds so cool when it hits the barn roof

There are certain things in my life that are just givens. Knowing there are constants in life make me comfortable. For instance: Over the Hills and Far Away will always make me smile, kissing someone with a little scruff on their face will always give me chills, Jim Beam will always remind me of my first college party, etc. With this in mind here is my list of things that will always ring true for me:

1. Never leave the dance floor when Prince is playing.
2. Always remember if there is something you don't know you can always ask someone (even if that "someone" is Google).
3. When in doubt, play with a kid. This inevitably solves all the worlds problems.
4. Rainstorms are natures sleeping pills.
5. Never take a man's chili dog.
6.There are no such thing as guilty pleasures. Pleasure is always a good thing as long as you aren't hurting anyone.
7. You'll be fine if you go an extra day without shaving your legs or cleaning the kitchen.
8. Grilled cheese that someone makes FOR you taste much better than one you made for yourself.
9. When in doubt, sleep an extra ten minutes.
10. Save your pocket change.
11. Going barefoot never hurt anyone....that's what tetanus shots are for.
12. If it's important, write it down. Trust me.

And I'll close with this little paraphrase of JM describing what Your Body is a Wonderland is about.......It's like when you to bed at 4:00 and stay until dinner. Like when you go to a movie, and come out and it's dark. Except it's sex.

Hey girl, Magenta

"Life is like a box of crayons. Most people are the 8-color boxes, but what you're really looking for are the 64-color boxes with the sharpeners on the back. I fancy myself to be a 64-color box, though I've got a few missing. It's ok though, because I've got some more vibrant colors like periwinkle at my disposal. I have a bit of a problem though in that I can only meet the 8-color boxes. Does anyone else have that problem? I mean there are so many different colors of life, of feeling, of articulation.. so when I meet someone who's an 8-color type.. I'm like, "hey girl, magenta!" and she's like, "oh, you mean purple!" and she goes off on her purple thing, and I'm like, "no - I want magenta!"" (John Mayer)


I wrote about this quote a while back, and was revisiting this idea the other day. There's two new thoughts that began churning in my head.

1. I believe myself to be 64 color box, but the newsflash is it's much more relative than I'd prefer to acknowledge. Because afterall labels (even cute crayola colors like macaroni and cheese) are rarely definitive. My purple is very well another girl's magenta. I always joke that every relationship has a "smart one" and a "cute one." So maybe every relationship has a "purple" and a "magenta"??? I still want magenta so maybe I'll have to be comfortable being someone's purple....I'm usually pretty happy being the cute one so it's not too far of a jump. ;)

2. The real kick in the teeth is once you have magenta you're fucking screwed for life. I was lucky enough to get one at the infant stages of my dating career, and I've had a couple since. It makes dating easy and extremely difficult at the same time. On the one hand I can very easily identify the purples and move on. On the other hand it hard-core spoiled my ass. I compare it to DVR . Now that I can watch the Golden Globes and skip the boring categories, commercials, and speeches by people I care nothing about why would I ever want to watch it in real time ever again??

Sidenote: Yay for Glee and Madmen two of my favorites for winning their categories at the Golden Globes last night!