Four kicks who's strutting now?

Dear Megan,

How about those Commodores, huh? What a victory over South Carolina! Not only did we beat a #6-ranked team (first time in 70 years), but we also beat a Steve Spurrier-coached team (first time EVER). The old ball coach was actually even sort of gracious in victory, too. It was a day of many firsts!



Had a great time at the Kings of Leon show. (Please note: The above video is of extremely poor quality--I had to hide the camera so as not to get it confiscated by the KGB agents working security. However, I could not resist posting it because how cool is that! I made a video with my digital camera!) Evan wasn't as impressed with the show as I was. I thought it was great, but it's possible that any rocking would have made my night given the snoozefest that was the Bob Dylan show. (Seriously, how can you have Elvis Costello as a surprise opening guest and not do a little better than stand behind your keyboard for two hours? The only time he came out from behind said keyboard was when Jack White came out for "Meet Me in the Morning." I am not lying when I tell you that Jack White showed Dylan how to do it. Now, there is a man I'd not mind paying $90 to see. He knows how to rock and/or roll.)

The Kings show was tainted somewhat by these two people that Evan knows from Murfreesboro. We ran into them on the way to the Ryman (from our wicked-awesome, free spot a mere block away) and hung out with them a bit at Legends pre-show. The woman, who appears to be a good twenty years or so younger than the man, had just had a baby about two months ago, so this was her big night out. After they left Legends, Evan and I hung out a bit longer (and I made the incredibly dumb decision to carry our open whiskey cups in my purse [which now smells, surprisingly, like the whiskey that inevitably spilled in it]). So, we're walking into the concert, and who do we see but the chick, hanging out by herself in the smoking area, bawling her eyes out! WTF? Turns out that the guy (her baby daddy, but they're not married) had told her that she was a lush and a drunk and irresponsible and slutty and all these other sorts of awful things. As it turns out, she pretty much is these things. (Not trying to justify dude's actions--he was an asshole.) She glommed onto me, though, and so I had to listed to all of these awful stories while Evan got to chat it up with the nice t-shirt lady. I was glad when that part of the night was over. It was certainly not as fun the beginning of the evening, drinking prosecco (it's not champagne!) in the car and singing along to David Bowie.

I can't believe that I am writing this, but we spent much of Saturday destroying our other bathroom. That's right, less than two weeks since we finished the master bathroom and now our second has been stripped down to the studs (and the bathtub). Here's hoping the project is completed sometime before 2009.




Sunday, we took the kids out to Nolensville to the pumpkin farm. That's always a good time. It was also good timing, as we were able to avoid having to watch the Titans nearly choke away a 17-point, fourth-quarter lead. The kids probably would have picked up a few new words for their vocabulary, the kind that I don't really want in their repertoire.





I hope all is well out there in Colorado. Saw the Rockies practicing in the snow! It should be a fun World Series, no?

love, molly


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