We are back from DC!

The last night there, we headed to Blues Alley to see James Cotton perform. We were right up front, so close to the action, blown away by the music, the band, everything about the night. Getting up at oh-dark-thirty to catch the morning flight home, of course, was another story. I hate coming back from east coast time ...

The Bug was happy to see us. And promptly, he pulled out a drawer, climbed up on the counter and sprayed something he shouldn't have into his eye. On my way over to save him, I stumbled and fell knee first into the corner of said drawer. After getting his eye rinsed out, I looked down and saw the bruised up, bloody mess of my knee. Good times, good times.

I started back with The Trainer yesterday, and I was in rough shape ... blisters on my feet and a jacked up right knee. He took it easy on me, then said, "You'll have to step it up next time!" and, appropriately, ducked.

And of course, my week wouldn't be my week without a repairman showing up for the third time to fix the same problem. This time, it's related to the microwave.

Also, I've given HDHusband a password to Blogger now. He will be posting comments and in all likelihood, I will regret having done so.

Labels: DC, HDToddler, home, music, trainer

Last night at the show ....

HDW: I'd like a martini, extra dirty, extra olives.

Waiter: I'll make it so dirty you'll blush.

That's my kind of martini!!

HDH, ClizBiz and myself trucked on down the road a bit last night to catch The Del McCoury Band playing at a great venue up the street from my house.

If you're familiar at all with bluegrass music, you'll know that name. And if you know that name, you'll know what a dynamic group that is!

Must say, we were blown away! The venue itself is quite small and intimate, so the experience is quite personal. Their band truly fed off the energy of the crowd, and I believe we had one of the best shows on record.

Cliz, I'm thinking Rocky Grass .... what say you?

Labels: bluegrass, concert, music