Awesome, awesome weekend. The scrimmage and meet-the-team thing was fun (though incredibly windy and therefore cold), Ticketmaster actually came through and we got the tickets, and before the show we met up with sweetbabylesley
and Mark for dinner at Bombay Pizza Co
, which I quite enjoyed (and Lesley, if you're reading this, hopefully you did too!).
The Old 97's themselves were very good, as always, but two opening acts? Yikes. The show started at 9 and they didn't get on until 10:45 or so, and the openers were not good enough, to me, to justify the time they took. So I drank double Jack and Cokes. Keeping it classy! But again, like I said, the band we were there to see was excellent. I'm kind of over the whole proposal during "Question" thing (especially since that's never been my favorite song), but they did "Wish the Worst" and "Bel Air" and a Rhett/Ranchero encore, so all is forgiven. Also, Murry has at some point become my favorite. I mean, Rhett Miller is still on my exception list and everything, but. Maybe I'm getting older.
And then this morning we went to brunch with Jordan and Christine and like six other Houston people, and seriously. I have got to figure out a way to move to that town, soon. I know why I'm not there yet, but I need to start getting things in motion to be in Not-Beeville by this time next year. The long-distance thing is a big part of that, but also, I have no non-work friends here (and I wouldn't really call any of my co-workers friends). I mean, even if things don't work out with Zach, I have friends in Houston and actually more of a life there than I do here. (Also, um. On the drive to brunch this morning, Zach said something about "when we're married ..." which he corrected to "if," but. o_O)