Last night's show in the park was good - though I missed much of it because I was too busy gabbing with our friends...but I did, of course, catch the Haints set (though evil Mikey told me I'd missed all but the last song when it turns out they'd only finished their soundcheck) and the Groovie Ghoulies set. Afterwards, weak with hunger (fueled only by the fumes of the two beers I'd had) and exhausted, we headed over to Hamburger Mary's with Kepi & Roach and their friends Chris & Heather from Colorado. I barely even remember eating ... it was all I could do to not put my head down on the table and just sleep.
Sleep, lovely sleep. I slept 10 hours last night. It was wonderful and I feel remarkably refreshed right now - except for the part where my allergies are starting to kick in. Damn wind. I hate it when it's warm and windy. I mean, I'm not a big fan of wind in general - light breezes, yes, wind, no - but combine it with heat and you've got an icky, blustery mess.
One particularly nice moment from the show last night: Kepi dedicating "Lonely Heart Blues" to Johnny Cash.
A friend of mine has said we should all clap like Tinkerbell for Johnny - because he's going to think that we don't believe in him (or at least his ability to survive) now that his wife, June Carter Cash, has passed away. And maybe she's right - maybe we need to believe that Johnny's one tough old coot - but really, they were the lovebirds of the century and it breaks my heart to know that she is gone and he is here without her.
Yes, yes, it's the sappy sentimentalist in me and you know what? I'm going to stop apologizing for that side of me, it's just a part of who I am. And I'm sad that June Carter Cash is gone and I'm even sadder for Johnny Cash and although I don't want him to be gone, I do want him to be with the one he loves.
Argh.
Onward.
The Ghoulies hit the road again on Monday - they're going to Europe for two months and we will miss them very much - but lucky for us they should be back in time for the annual State Fair trip.
One of the biggest things I hate about being an adult is missing people.
Missing people, missing places, missing certain times...nostalgia is over-rated but then again sometimes it's just enough to get you by, no matter how much it aches.
I really should stop rambling now, I'm making no sense. It's very apparent that I need more coffee - and allergy medicine.