So my beautiful niece has gotten married on the beach at Gulf Shores and now is having a big reception in a swanky club, and we're all dressed up (boy, do I need to lose weight! Never go to a wedding even if you take two dresses without trying at least one of the dresses on) unprepared, and we're all there and mingling and eating and drinking and eating and mingling and every now and then breaking out into a primitive (I CAN'T HELP IT) dance.
The bride's mother and I bonded so many years ago (SOOOO LONG AGO) on a double date and we were in the middle of nowhere and made the guys stop the car and let us go off into the woods to pee. That's where we bonded. That's where we met. I reminded her of that, and the next thing I know she's got the bride by the arm and has dragged her across the room and said, "Tell her where we bonded!" And I did.
Lots of babies. This three-year-old had her eye on my eighteen-year-old son and kept flirting with him, but he would not dance. WOULD NOT! Got mad if you even brought it up. Is he my son?! I love to dance.
We left to take him back to the house and were supposed to go back to meet everyone at the Daquiri Cafe. Never made it. The bed looked too good. It wasn't the liquor. It was the FOOD. I have to sleep after eating. Especially after eating and drinking. I started this diary to tell y'all about my wild adventures (and there have been many) in rock n roll, and it's turned out to be more of a "how to live and get by when you're getting old." I never intended to get old. I went through a period where I would face the opposite way that the earth was rotating and would jump up and try to stay up as long as I could. Remind me to pluck a cool story out of the past - like when we opened for Ricky Nelson (coming up).
So next day - a pool party. I sat by the pool and dangled my legs in the water and ate lots more. Drank beer too. I have the coolest sunglasses EVER. I decided that I want a swimming pool. Maybe even more than a savings account.
So I've been thinking. My musical partner has quit his job. He wants to play more and practice more and put more of an emphasis on music. I still need to learn to play my banjo. I won money at the casino right after Christmas and bought this banjo, but it stays in its case in the hall. I came home today and fed the livestock and burned two brush fires and watered the lawn. I need to learn to play my banjo. Not mountain bluegrass banjo, but voodoo African banjo.
I'm going to the beach for a long weekend this coming weekend. My birthday is Wednesday. I need to learn to play my banjo. My stars are lined up. It's now or never. This is my time!