Talking about the dream

Like the dream is over

Talk like that

Won't get you nowhere

Everybody's trusting in the heart

Like the heart don't lie



I had a fabulous weekend, though a little more sleep would've been nice.

Friday

Friday night was the longest night I've had in a long time. People came to pick up Bonnie & Feivel. Then, Sarah and I went to the Matchbox 20 concert, which, well, rocked. I don't even know what words to use to describe how good they were - I mean, real entertainers. A highlight included "If you're gone" where just the lead singer and the guitarist (oh, he was so my type!) stood out on the middle of the stage, with just two spotlights, and sang & played (respectively), nothing flashy, no sound board, nothing. And during another song, they played questions on the screen, and you'd have to be there to get the right sequence, but basically by the end of the song, (Sarah and I discussed this after, because she had a similar reaction), all I wanted to do is move to New Zealand and open up a bookstore. I'd say that's pretty powerful stuff.

Saturday wee-hours-of-the-morning

But the night didn't end there. We went to Barnes and Noble to meet a group of friends that were having a Harry-Potter party of their own. The funniest part of this whole thing is Sarah, who was mildly embarrassed to be nerdy enough to be heading to a Harry Potter party in the middle of the night (obviously, she hasn't been de-sensitized to nerdiness as I have - she just needs to attend a few Star Trek conventions, and then she'd realize a Harry Potter party is practically mainstream). One of her friends called to ask what she was up to, and I could see her hesitate for a minute before telling him she was on the way to buy a midnight copy of Harry.

But, most unfortunately, we were greeted by a woman in a witch's hat telling us that the books were sold out unless we pre-ordered. So we called the on-going party and told them not to bother coming over. Then, as we drove out, I remembered the Walmart mention in the newspaper. So, off to Walmart we went (by then, Sarah was starting to actuallly get enthusiastic about purchasing a copy of this book ASAP - a fact I'll probably have to remember to tease her about at the most inappropriate times). And by 12:30 we had it!

As if it wasn't late enough, we went to meet some people at the bowling alley, though we didn't stay there long and somehow ended up at a Waffle House with a couple of the guys from the bowling alley until 3 a.m.

Of course, I couldn't go to sleep until reading at least a FEW chapters. So, it was a late, late night.

Saturday

Saturday morning, I dragged myself out of bed at 10 a.m. to help Cari take our zoo over to the shelter. We put all the unadopted dogs on display for the day there. We were surprised to find that when we arrived there were several families already waiting for us to get there with the pups, and we had two adopted right away. By the end of the day, all of them but Frankie had been taken. 5 pups. We set a shelter record. Now all we have is the mom, Dixie, and Frankie. It was kind of shocking. We figured we'd get a couple of them adopted on Saturday. But almost all of them! It makes the house feel a little empty. But I must admit it was nice to wake up in the morning and not spend 20 minutes trying to herd the pups outside and clean up the puppy room and stuff. Though, its no longer the puppy room anymore, its back to being just the boring dining room.

Then, I went to a movie (the Italian Job, which was entertaining enough) and quick dinner, before crashing by 11:30 (ok, well, I got a few more Harry Potter chapters in there somewhere too).

Sunday

Rather than get some much deserved sleep on Sunday morning, I got up at 6:30 a.m. and went flying with Marissa. Its hard to believe that its been nearly two years since I've been in a small plane. I've always said that flying is not like riding a bike, and I've been really concerned that it will take a lot of training to get me back up to a competent level when I do start flying again (oh, I miss it SO much!). But, I was really surprised at how quickly I spit out the right words over the radio, easily flipped the right switches, identified where gauges were, remembered airspeeds, and when Marissa let me fly, I didn't even have a death grip on the controls, but did a pretty good job maintaining altitude and heading. AND I circled over my house. That was a first, I circled over my very own house! And apparently, I didn't even wake Cari up doing it, despite being at like 800 feet (we were flying scarily low!).

Anyway, I got home, read about a chapter, and took a really long nap. Then went over to George & Ginger's beautifully well-decorated, coordinated house to discuss laminate flooring (yes, I am SO boring).

When I got home, I had planned on mowing the lawn, but decided to get in a few more chapters of Harry Potter first. Yeh right. I didn't move from the couch until 9:30 when Cari got home from her soccer ("Le Foot") party. She came in all chatty, but I only had like 100 pages left and had finally got to the point in the book that had been released prior, where Dumbledoor says "Harry, there's something I should've told you a long time ago..." But, boy, can Cari talk (which, I admit, I usually encourage, cause I like to talk too!), until I was finally like "Cari, you need to shut up and let me finish the book." Hopefully I didn't sound TOO rude.

Well, I did finish. It was good, on par with the other Potter books, and I can't wait for the next one, which will probably come out sometime in the next decade.

Now its Monday. Blah.