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This month snuck right on in, didn’t it? I awoke to pitch-black skies and a whole lotta rain. Everything seemed different. Somewhere, nature is quietly whispering, “Autumn is coming, you moron.”
Today, Gus begins her very last year of preschool!
Fitz and I will be celebrating our wedding anniversary this month. We’ll be heading back out to wine country (where we were hitched in 2009). Fun fact: the morning of our wedding, we wine tasted at Silver Oak Winery. There were so delighted to hear that we were getting married that day that they handed us a bottle and said, “Congrats and cheers!”
I am really missing having a dog. Is it time for us to adopt one? Maybe. We went through MWBTR when we rescued Theo in 2010.
That’s all for now. Stay dry!
That sweet boy is now 7 and that pup is 10(!). But their friendship is still loving and precious after all these years.
The last time I went to a concert at The Riviera was a lifetime ago. Truly. I think it was 2004. I hadn’t even met my husband at that point.
The concert I attended? The Killers…who were baby famous at the time (remember Mr. Brightside?). The music was great but what stuck with me most was how insanely cool the venue was. I felt like I had been transported when I walked inside and looked up at the gorgeously ornate ceiling above the bar, its paint peeling off in thick, curled wedges.
It’s beautiful. It’s ramshackle. It’s standing room only. Your shoes might stick to the floor but the vibe is super chill and the bathrooms stalls are scrawled with funny quips. Basically heaven!
What I learned a lifetime ago at The Riviera was that I am a lover of small venue concerts. Sure, I’ve done Buffett and Dave Matthews shows at Alpine Valley (important: I’ve since retired permanently from Dave Matthews). I’ve sang my heart out to the Rolling Stones at Wrigley Field. I had the time of my life seeing T-Swift during her Reputation arena tour in Indianapolis. But there is something so mind-blowing about hanging out with your person, listening to incredible music in an intimate venue that resembles someone’s cool, old basement.
We saw James Bay (Electric Light tour). I was in heaven.
I had really fallen for his stuff since his debut on Saturday Night Live. As I finished the draft of my second novel, I looped some of his songs on a playlist that kept my motivation high as I typed away and edited. I knew every lyric, every chord change. His music sent me down a rabbit hole of bliss, lust, persistence, and fun- precisely what I needed to tap into as I wrote.
On the train ride home Fitz and I were recalling our favorite parts of the show. “I can’t get over The Riv,” Fitz said. “I’d go back to that place again and again.”
I just smiled.
7am Coffee and a protein bar
M&M pancakes for the kids
Research for kitchen lighting
575 words for a ‘How to’ freelance pitch
A half-assed dinner with a little bit of everything thrown in
Homemade chocolate chip cookies (inspired by Kids Baking Championship)
It just sorta happened this way, despite the fact that I’m a million percent Irish and have the tattoo to prove it.
Happy weekend, friends!
Green doughnuts just seemed like the ideal breakfast option this morning (I get them right as the store opens so they’re piping hot).
I’m working on some inclusion projects with my church and within my hometown so I was delighted to swing by Youth Services of GlenBrook. They had the most cheerful conference room, complete with whimsical, joyous paintings.
And just in case you need to laugh, here is a photo of a jumping goat featured in an ancient National Geographic magazine from my childhood. My sister and I always found the goat’s expression hysterical, and I laughed even harder when my sis tracked down the image and texted it to me the other day. Why is silly humor the best kind?!
I took Paul Simonon’s words to heart. Happy love day, I’m a literal valentine this year!