I Tried....and a Fortress of Wine
I tried. I really did. I've had the Dale Watson show on my calendar for ages now and I couldn't wait as we had a wonderful time seeing him last summer. So yesterday I didn't feel wonderful but I was o.k. and I decided I HAD to make myself go....for the following reasons:
A. our babysitter had gotten excused from rehearsal for this
B. we were meeting a bunch of people we don't get to see very often
C. our crazy, but beloved, neighbor Dave and his daughter Jennifer were going
D. it's the Rose Bowl for god's sake
E. it's Dale Watson
So, although I didn't feel great, I was looking forward to it and I was sure that once I got there I would be fine. We got there....I had a glass of wine....decided that wasn't a good idea.... I switched to water and told myself that once Dale Watson started playing I would forget about how I felt. I tried....I really did....and he sounded good....and looked damn good of course... By the third song however I knew this night was not meant to be however. I took off with Ernie's car keys and house keys and headed home.
The boys had built a fort in the living room out of boxes of wine that my generous BIL had brought us (and I'm not talking about that kind of box of wine). When I urged them to bed someone suggested sleeping in the fort. Then they went back and forth with increasing enthusiasm,
do you want to?
I don't know, do you want to?
I don't know, do you want to?
I don't know, do you want to?
Finally before I strangled them someone said "YES" and there was a mad dash for blankets and pillows and books and lights and other assorted necessities. Leo warned Owen that if he ditched him like he did last time they slept downstairs he'd never sleep with him again and they set to arranging their little nest. I wanted lights out but Leo was set on reading for awhile so I said o.k. Then I found myself in a quandary because since I had Ernie's house keys I had to leave the front door unlocked but the Fortress of Wine with my sleeping sweet peas was right in front of the door and well, I'm a worrier and I just couldn't leave them there. So I slept on the living room couch....to guard them I guess. I'm an idiot but at least I'm a loving idiot.
I lay there on the couch trying to sleep and kept sort of mentally pinching myself to see if I had any regret about leaving the show and all I kept feeling was a vague sense of nausea and exhaustion and relief that I was at home.
Next time Dale....next time...
Ernie bought the CD but didn't have him sign it. Damn.
I think the blurry picture kind of captures it the best....