The wandering tale of the Dixie Chicken and the Tennessee Lamb

I cannot even begin to tell the good time that B and I had Wednesday night.  OH MY ZUMLA, it was fabulous!!  I wish I could post all the photos and video clips, but that would take ages and ages and ages.  IF you want to see them, contact me and maybe I’ll send you the link to the album.  Maybe.  If you’re nice.  And send tofu salad.

So, basic rundown before I get to the pics:

• Spent the day with B, sans kids.  Super fun, nice and relaxing, ahhhh.
• Decided that the evening must be documented for our own personal memories as well as sharing the wealth with JM Bill who is stuck in Botswana where there is no Little Feat, much less Shakespeare’s, and certainly no Mamakohl.
• Decided to go to Shakespeare’s for good eats and good times.
• Walk back up to the Summerfest.
• Run into my dear old friend, Jabba.  Haven’t him since 1999 – it was like Christmas!
• Bitch and Kvetch that they are only allowing skanky beer outside to the tune of $4 / cup.  Proceed to spend many dollars on schwag beer anyway, all in the name of festival spirit.
• Dance barefoot like a crazy fool for a few hours.
• Scream and howl and sing myself hoarse.
• Come home -spend 45 minutes scrubbing my feet clean.
• Pass out cold.
• Wake up and relive the night as many times as possible in my head.

 It was soooooo fabulous, soooooooo much fun. 

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