The One Where I Miss a Tuesday

I had an excellent reason why I didn’t blog this past week. . .it’s called Def Leppard and The Rock of Ages Tour. Money well spent and I will already say, I can’t wait to see them again. For those of you scratching your heads as to why I am so old school when it comes to concerts, well; if I am going to spend my money on a show I am going to hit up the acts that I really want to see.

At one point,  I had a small interest in seeing Van Halan, but after talking to Hooch, I am so glad I didn’t. Seems Roth’s voice is shot. No thank you. And as much as I liked Lita Ford growing up (seriously loved the girl rockers of the 80s) she didn’t sound too hot opening for Def Leppard. Poison? I did enjoy their set but I would give my eye teeth for someone to pull Brett Michaels’ weave off his head. Dude, let it go, your hair is gone, it isn’t that big of a deal.

The people watching was top notch. The neon colors of years past is back, as is the skimpy ho dresses. To keep with my, I so don’t look like someone hitting a Leppard concert, I wore capris and my madras dress which is still being used as a long shirt. I got Stace to take this picture with the British flag in the background.

While it would have been nice to have gone to the Atlanta show, I am kind of glad I didn’t. The heat would have killed me! Overall, it was worth the time, money and drive up to Nashville.

I also got in one last visit with Sonia and her family. They are heading up to Baltimore at the end up the month for a job. I will miss them but that just means I can visit and we can hit up all the great places in DC. And NYC.

I have been hiding indoors most of the week although I did manage to hit the pool for a bit today. And the one time I don’t take my phone with me, my parents blow it up about meeting for lunch. I looked a little rough but that’s okay.

Hopefully I can get back on schedule and maybe, just maybe, we will get some rain. . .


What you see is what you get; I am a Nashville girl who is single, again. I use the blog to get my inner, tortured, wanna be writer angst out. One day I just may write a book. I have been stumbling through life for 43 years now, I love to cook, read and figure out more embarrassing ways I can either harm myself (thank you hula hoop of 2010 and the case of the thrown back) or just prove how inept I am at household chores and dieting. The people you read about on here are real but most have had their names changed to protect the innocent and not so innocent. And I really should make a list of them so I can remember! Enjoy, read, mock, laugh and comment, it really isn't difficult. Plus, I would prefer reading comments from real people as opposed to the weird spam comments I keep getting. Plus, I will always find the hardest path to follow and take that one, why would anyone want to take the easy way?!

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