Weekend Update

All week long, we watched the weather. Almost daily, David, Annie, Morgan, and I touched base about the coming storms. Thursday and Friday we fretted and argued over who had to make the executive decision: to brave the storm and go to Six Flags or to postpone. Once you're excited about a trip like this, it's really, really hard to postpone. But, all the signs pointed toward massive storms. So, by mid-morning on Friday, we knew what we had to do.

Luckily, my Friday night plans were far from ruined: Chasley and I met up with my friend Ashlee for dinner at one of our favorite downtown bistros and gorged ourselves on a three-course meal. Needless to say, Chasley and I spent the rest of the night laying in my bed and watching E! News in an attempt to move as little as possible.

Come Saturday morning, I felt affirmed in my decision to call off our Six Flags trip. By lunch, though, the sun was shining and my phone was blowing up with complaints. We all knew it would happen this way; if we had gone, Atlanta would've had a full-on flood. Since we didn't though, it turns out that the 60+% chance of precipitation and isolated thunderstorms was a false alarm. Story of my life. I redeemed my Saturday by heading to Huntsville with Spence to meet Chasley for dinner and then meet up with her work buddies and a few other familiar faces for a little live music. Naturally, the live music was in a dive bar, but the band-- Ugly Stick-- was actually pretty good and covered some of my favorite 90s music. Meanwhile, though, the smoke haze in the air almost suffocated me... that was a worthy price to pay for the people-watching entertainment provided, though. This place was like an all-you-can-eat buffet for the avid people watcher. Women in their mid-forties gyrated with their cell phones firmly clipped to their belts-- fashion-forward AND convenient. Mohawked guys in their early twenties waited patiently for the occasional Rage Against the Machine cover. And young computer nerds fresh off their jobs at the Arsenal made plays for the numerous Cougars out for a night on the town. Priceless.

Today I have been worthless. I have kept my nose in book 3 of my latest fantasy novel series-- Percy Jackson & the Olympians. In between chapters, I have caught up on DVR'd episodes of my favorite guilty pleasure reality series: Real Housewives and Bethenny Ever After. Truly, it's like a train wreck; you just can't look away. Now I've traded in my chapter breaks for packing up my spring wardrobe to haul back to Thugaloosa Tuscaloosa. After an uneventful weekend at home, my feline companion and I will head back to the old grind tomorrow morning, spring clothes and litter box in tow.