I had quite a weekend. Thurs-Fri was…well, a certain level of hell that I’m not gonna talk about. Saturday was better. The weather pulled through for me for the one-room schoolhouse photos I had to take for work. I swear the skies just turned beautiful blue as soon as I started taking pics. Lately, pic days have worked like that. I had to venture to Mecca, and I was thankful I was a native, as it was Covered Bridge festival weekend, so I knew my ways around the 1 million visitors to our lil town of 2,000. It was a relaxing drive, jamming to country with the windows down.

That evening we went out to Red Lobster for my mom’s bday. There was quite a wait so we killed time at Sam’s Club. Amazing how we couldn’t think of anything we really needed, but ended up filling a massive cart full of food. The funny part was the pager from the restaurant…as soon as we left the parking lot, it started beeping and saying “You are out of range. You will not receive your page.” Well, Jenna and I were a bit slow, and we were like “who has a pager??” haha so it repeated this nonsense, slowly driving us all insane so my sister sat on it, which turned out a slew of jokes:

Jenna, shut your ass up!

Jenna, stop talking out your ass

hmm there were more. Anyway, Red Lobster was great fun. We had a fantastic waiter, Jeremy. I like waiters with a personality, because our family will serve as entertainment for you if you let us. The sis and I are an unstoppable duo. As soon as we walked towards our table, a waitress walked towards us and said “I have an empty table.” Now obviously she was talking to someone who cared beyond us, but as soon as we passed, the sis and I both said “oh, good for you” and continued to mock her the rest the way to our table. “Oh, congratulations! I’m so glad we could be here to share this moment with you *tear* ”  hah, we’re bitches like that. So yeah, as we’re leaving, my sister says to the waiter, “You were awesome!” which was hilarious. I really don’t think any family has more fun out to eat than we do. I think we’re all just gluttons for attention, because we all bitch at each other as soon as we get in the car.

On the way home, Jenna demonstrated her new discovery: how to link calls on her cell. And thus, the new ad for cingular family talk was born as my bro, sis, and I talked to each other on our cells as we were crammed in the same backseat. Haha and then we called mom in the front seat for her to join in. It was great. My one regret for the night is that I was unable to roll my window down as we passed by a CVS parking lot containing local youth “hanging out” aka parking their cars next to each other and talking out the window. And thus, I missed a fantastic “MIKE!” game opportunity :( Hmm from the city and wondering what the hell I’m talking about? Well, when you drive by a gathering of “rednecks/WT,” it’s a safe bet that one of their names is Mike and thus, you roll down your window and scream “Mike!!!” Trust me, it’s amusing.

And that post got longer than intended so I split it from concert Sunday night.