Drink the corn liquor, let the cocaine be

Words to live by, those.

Hey, Megs,

Just had to write to tell you that I got to see Walker yet again! It just doesn't get any better than that! (Lord help me on the day he randomly stumbles upon this blog. I sound like a total freak. It's just that he reminds me of the good ol' college days. Which, as he and I discussed last night, were a terrifying ten years ago. [Cue Jeremy Piven in Grosse Point Blank: "Ten years. Ten years, man, ten years. TEN YEARS!"] Plus, I mean, I'm sorry, but anytime I run into someone that you dubbed "The Crown Jewel of Sexual Achievement," [note to other reader{s}: jewel never obtained] that is a moment that begs to be blogged.)

Kevin and I went to see the Old Crow Medicine Show last night. It was a decent show. We've definitely seen better from them, and they pretty much got pwned by the opening act, the Carolina Chocolate Drops (so awesome). It was just an odd show. The band seemed . . . off, somehow. Plus, the new guy is no Critter. (Critter [Fuqua] is/was the banjo player, and he used to [in]frequent the Villager. I don't know what the deal is, but he was not playing with them last night.)

NOTE: The hippies all loved it. They were noodling away up in the balcony.

It just made me think about other times that I've seen them and seen them much better than that. The first time I saw them was at the Ryman, too. They opened up for the Del McCoury Band. They played "Wagon Wheel" (this was back in 2000, I believe, so well before they released the O.C.M.S. album on which the song was featured), and it gave me chills and made me cry. Kevin and I saw them play at the Station Inn on our first date, and I still remember stopping our lovely conversation so that he could be wowed by the song, too. I guess the band had a lot to live up to last night. There was no magic there.

An odd moment happened before the concert. Kevin saw a couple that we know, so he ran up and started talking to them. Cindy (the woman half of said couple) started introducing their friends to Kevin, and when she got to their single friend she said to Kevin, "You can kiss this one on the neck." What?!? I just stood there flabbergasted for a few moments. Then, I guess she realized that I was there and was overly enthusiastic in her "hey, there!" Umm, no.

So, Walker is apparently the band's stage manager or something. He says he's their jack-of-all-trades, their Guy Friday, their . . . well, he's like their stage manager or something. We went to Robert's after the show and visited with him for a while. I told him that you asked after him last time you were in town. I also told him your Safeway tale of woe: about how he used to tell all these great stories that usually ended at Safeway. And when you were planning to move to Colorado, you were so excited to go to a Safeway. And then when you got there, it turned out just to be a regular grocery store. He thought that was great. He says "hello!"

I'm overall feeling like crap today. We stayed out too late. But it was great fun. Sadly, there are no more shows in my immediate future. It's been a great ride these past few weeks, though. I'd have to rank the shows like so: Old Crow Medicine Show < The Raconteurs = ZZ Top < Swell Season.

For now, I'll have to entertain myself with college football. VU is at Mississippi State this weekend (does that bring back memories?). It's not televised, unfortunately, but we are considering getting the game on pay-per-view. Can you believe that?

I hope all is well with you. I miss you!

love, molly

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