Tuesday, February 9, 2010
Nosh in Nash
Monday, February 8, 2010
Alohamora
Overhead views of the Wizarding World of Harry Potter construction on Hogsmeade and Hogwarts.
Get. Excited.
Get. Excited.
Pondering:
florida,
harry potter
Boots on Broadway
So begins the girls' weekend in Nashville.
After Joy, Ellen and I woke up on Friday morning (post-Jersey Boys), we went to meet Marjo and Betsy V. (Joy's sister) for lunch at Jason's Deli. Fun times. I had not seen Marjo since she announced to us that she's pregs (due in May, right, Marj?), and I always love seeing Betsy. And we had a little time to kill waiting for Amanda, Karen and Katie Jo to pick us up in Memphis, so lunch ran long enough to allow several refills of ice cream... and in Ellen's case, a bit of a chocolate syrup situation.
When the Jackson girls arrived, Joy was very excited because they'd never seen her house before. She squealed when they rang the doorbell and then, on the tour, said in a way that only Joy can, "And I come to this corner to read and pray."
We made it back to Nashville about 7, trucked it up to my apartment and got ready for dinner at the Whiskey Kitchen. Yum, yum.
Boots on Broadway.
Part of our weekend plan came to fruition after an offhanded joke about visiting a Honky Tonk was turned into a "must do" activity.
I wish the band had played, "Bright lights, big city," like they do in that scene in Sweet Home Alabama.
After Joy, Ellen and I woke up on Friday morning (post-Jersey Boys), we went to meet Marjo and Betsy V. (Joy's sister) for lunch at Jason's Deli. Fun times. I had not seen Marjo since she announced to us that she's pregs (due in May, right, Marj?), and I always love seeing Betsy. And we had a little time to kill waiting for Amanda, Karen and Katie Jo to pick us up in Memphis, so lunch ran long enough to allow several refills of ice cream... and in Ellen's case, a bit of a chocolate syrup situation.
Part of our weekend plan came to fruition after an offhanded joke about visiting a Honky Tonk was turned into a "must do" activity.
Friday, February 5, 2010
Oh, what a night!
Then yesterday, in a spur of the moment chance, we found out those tickets could be transferred to another performance. Sadly, Ellen's mom wasn't feeling well, so I bravely stepped in on her behalf, and Ellen and I trekked to Memphis in the rain for a little Thursday night trip to the theater.
And it was SO good. I didn't realize how many of The Four Seasons songs I actually knew. Go see it if you can. You won't regret it. And you'll be-bop and do-wop yourself right on out of the theater.
As for today, Amanda, Karen and Katie Jo will swing through Memphis to grab me and Joy before we continue on our way back to Nashville for a little girl-time weekend in the city. Can't wait!
But first, a Memphis lunch excursion with Marjo and Betsy V.
See you all Monday.
(Mississippi people, who are you rooting for in the Super Bowl?)
Thursday, February 4, 2010
I'm...
Busy prepping for the arrival of four of my friends tomorrow afternoon.
And so you are left with nothing of merit to read, from any corner of my brain.
Happy Thursday.
And so you are left with nothing of merit to read, from any corner of my brain.
Happy Thursday.
Pondering:
random
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
LOST, The Final Season
Yes, for the blog.
Unless you live under a blown up hatch, 1000 miles off the coast of Fiji, you know the premiere episode of the FINAL SEASON of LOST was last night.
Don't even get me started.
Josh and I convened over at Ellen's house to enjoy the show in HD with a Mexican fiesta of fajitas, bean dip (El, I need to get that recipe) and Russell's margaritas.
We do The Island proud at all times, in all ways.
I mean, I don't even know what to say. What can you say? It's insanity. It's awesome. It's going to blow our minds until May and then it's over. Forever. And I might cry...
Feel free to share your observations and totally mind-frakked thoughts in the comments. If you can form a coherent sentence. I mean... just...
Pondering:
ellen,
josh,
LOST,
television,
video
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
No words.
(The "LOST" Supper, as everyone is calling it.)TONIGHT.
The FINAL SEASON of LOST begins.
I sort of, almost can't take it. It's the beginning of the end. Flutters. Excitement. Sadness... and I'm sure a whole lot of crazy.
Pondering:
LOST,
television
RAW!
Last night, Ellen, Josh and I found ourselves at the Sommet Center, in the alternate reality known as Monday Night Raw (yes, the wrestling). This was made possible courtesy of Russell, and free tickets he scored from his pal (Mississippi College graduate) and Raw wrestler, Ted DiBiase, Jr.
That's right.
And let's not forget Josh and Ellen's contribution to Teddy's formative years, when they were his leaders in Young Life.
Mississippi College and Clinton, MS were all over that joint.
I honestly have NO clue how to describe what happened inside that arena. I'm not about to start tuning in or anything, but it was very entertaining to me, probably for reasons on the opposite end of the spectrum from all the hardcore fans in the crowd. I mean, some of these people were more fun to watch than the wrestlers. One chick was on her feet flipping off the loser (even though there was absolutely no possible way he could see her) and there were various pockets of yellers and screamers all around us. Chanting could also be heard at times.
So, you can see how it was imperative that I plan ahead.
I did not feel my clothing was appropriate for the wrestling scene, so we hit up Target for a Guns 'n Roses/Metallica t-shirt combo.
This delightful chap had on a studded wrestling diaper (my name for their outfits). And he was inexplicably wet (not from sweating). All of them were. This baffled Ellen and she even contemplated handing them towels.

There he is (on the right) Teddy. Priceless. Go Choctaws!
Between matches, they'd show video of the guys talking smack to each other backstage. They were always shirtless. And pantless, basically.
Teddy, fighting a guy who was once the strongest man in the world (I'm not sure how they know that).
We couldn't stop laughing. And I feel like it might be possible for me to go up against one of these guys and win. That's how fake it looked sometimes. But, man, the crowd was eating it up!
This young fellow brought his own champion belt (might be hard to tell, but it's tossed over the shoulder of the guy on the right).
Teddy on a truck and Ru Ru with some cotton candy.
So, okay, wrestling is obviously not my thing, and I had no clue about the soap opera story lines, or who I was supposed to root for, but it was entertaining/interesting to see. Seriously. Like visiting a foreign country. Very funny night.
Silly things:
About two seconds after we sat down, a huge display of pyrotechnics boomed through the place (the wrestlers come out in this firestorm of pyro and walk down a little ramp to the ring), which scared me and Ellen to death. She spilled her drink on the guy in front of her and we were doubled over laughing. Tears rolling down. This video is not from that moment, but it gets you an idea of the theatrical entrance.

***
At one point, one of the wrestlers said something was making him "madder," and Ellen and I both immediately said, "it's more mad," garnering a snicker from the guy sitting in front of us.
***

Okay, I'm sorry, but it's true. These are grown men wearing bedazzled diaper-esque outfits, wrapping their legs around each other and jumping all over the place. It's slightly homoerotic.
That's right.
And let's not forget Josh and Ellen's contribution to Teddy's formative years, when they were his leaders in Young Life.
Mississippi College and Clinton, MS were all over that joint.
I honestly have NO clue how to describe what happened inside that arena. I'm not about to start tuning in or anything, but it was very entertaining to me, probably for reasons on the opposite end of the spectrum from all the hardcore fans in the crowd. I mean, some of these people were more fun to watch than the wrestlers. One chick was on her feet flipping off the loser (even though there was absolutely no possible way he could see her) and there were various pockets of yellers and screamers all around us. Chanting could also be heard at times.
So, you can see how it was imperative that I plan ahead.
Between matches, they'd show video of the guys talking smack to each other backstage. They were always shirtless. And pantless, basically.
Silly things:
About two seconds after we sat down, a huge display of pyrotechnics boomed through the place (the wrestlers come out in this firestorm of pyro and walk down a little ramp to the ring), which scared me and Ellen to death. She spilled her drink on the guy in front of her and we were doubled over laughing. Tears rolling down. This video is not from that moment, but it gets you an idea of the theatrical entrance.
***
At one point, one of the wrestlers said something was making him "madder," and Ellen and I both immediately said, "it's more mad," garnering a snicker from the guy sitting in front of us.
***
Okay, I'm sorry, but it's true. These are grown men wearing bedazzled diaper-esque outfits, wrapping their legs around each other and jumping all over the place. It's slightly homoerotic.
Pondering:
ellen,
friends,
josh,
silly,
the nashville chronicles
Monday, February 1, 2010
Nashville's "Situation 2010"
I don't know why, but the Nashville Twitter community opted to name the winter storm that swept through town, #TheSituation2010. Apparently parts of Nash got around 7 inches of snow, and Ellen reported that Jackson (TN, "we're goin' to...") got 10 inches. And, so, Middle Tennessee was immobilized.
Evidence in support of this mobilization:
"Confession...I put my pj's on Thursday night when I got home and have not changed out of them! Just FYI...I don't plan on changing out of them until I leave."
- Ellen, via email from her family compound in Jackson
Evidence in support of this mobilization:
"Confession...I put my pj's on Thursday night when I got home and have not changed out of them! Just FYI...I don't plan on changing out of them until I leave."
- Ellen, via email from her family compound in Jackson
But not everyone stayed in. At least, not here on West End Avenue where cars prevail day and night.
People were LOVING it. There were community organized snowball fights and lines of revelers 200 deep waiting to buy sleds from local hardware stores. Yesterday morning a guy was making moguls on the hill across the street from our apartment, and jumping them repeatedly on his snowboard (which, seemed like a lot of work to me, it's not like the hill takes that long to get down). Winter Wonderland all the way.
Sadly, I have nothing in the way of water-proof clothing, so I could not participate fully... but I did take some fun pictures...
JANUARY 29
A little video view of West End and the sledders.
All white and snowy.
Pondering:
ellen,
friends,
granger,
josh,
television,
the nashville chronicles,
video,
weather
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