Tonight, I'm dragging The Geej with me to a little soiree at my boss's house. Should be fun. There will be a couple of babies there I can snorgle along with my boss's sweet Basset hound. And there will be wine and snacks, so I'm gonna be happy.
Tomorrow night, BH and I are going to see the wonderful Ray LaMontagne in concert. It's a double bill with Levon Helm, who I like. But I LOVE Mr. LaMontagne. That raspy voice. Those lyrics. I mean LOOK at this guy:
Then on Sunday afternoon, The Geej and I will be attending Circus Cats. Yes, you read that right: Circus Cats. That is one reason having kiddos is fun--you have an excuse to go see stuff like freakin' CIRCUS CATS and not feel even one bit weird about it. (I'm not sure what it says about me, but I had three different people email me to let me know that the Circus Cats would be performing in Austin this weekend. Oh wait, I know what it says! It says I'M A DORK!!) I actually have a friend who has gone to see these felines do their thang at a Chicago show (they actually hail from the Windy City), and said it's pretty hilarious. They're touring right now--they've got some Austin and San Antonio shows--and rumor has it that the demands in their contract rider are pretty outrageous:
- Unlimited tuna.
- Italian spring water served in crystal goblets. NO BOWLS!!
- Eastern and Western facing windows in the dressing room for maximum sunbeam action.
- A man servant whose only jobs are to operate a laser pointer (for chasing) and to "constantly refresh immediately upon soiling".