Flying V's and Frat Boys....

This past weekend was good. It was my old dear friend Shmegs birthday which was celebrated with vegetarian cook out and beer (well, wine for me). Her boy friend has mastered the art of grilling saitan which is a feat in and of itself. Thanks for the grub Shmegs and Matt. Following the cookout the boy and I headed to the fabulous 40 Watt to check out My Morning Jacket. Not being super familiar with the music (at least that's what I thought until their set started up and then I realized I had heard the first 4 songs on the local college radio) I was not too sure what to expect. The crowd was riddled with drunken frat boys, half dressed sorority girls very concerned about ruining their new heels with bar sludge, hippies, and the occasional scenster. I went in with no prejudgement and actually enjoyed the show until I realized how bad my back was hurting because of the flats I was wearing, how smoky it was in there, and how old I had gotten. That said, My Morning Jacket put on a fantastic show. The band was energetic and entertaining except I could not let go the amazing resemblance the lead singer had to Zach Galifianakis. Then there was the flying V. Yes, the lead singer played the flying V and I have to say it was awesome. It could have been very cheesy but he refrained from straddling it while he played or licking the neck of the guitar. He just played it. And it was good.

Sunday, I went to the boy's sister's baby shower. The boy is about to be an uncle to TWINS. The baby shower was fun. No terrible baby shower games but I was bombarded with the inevitable questions....

Them: When are you and the boy getting married?
Me: Don't know. You should ask him.
Them: When are you going to have kids?
Me: Not a snowballs chance in hell, lady. Especially after what I've heard here today!