One night in Atlanta. . .
Posted: June 3, 2006 8:38 am
I have to share this with my BN buds because y'all are the only people that will truly appreciate the tragedy and disappointment.
My birthday was Thursday. I was completely siked about spending the weekend in Atlanta at the concert and meeting a few fellow BN'ers. Due to work issues with Mr. Irishcajun, we weren't going to leave until Friday at noon. Making the best use of my morning to get ready for the show, I went and got a spray tan and a bikini wax. The results were fantastic. It was well worth all of the pain. I race back home to collect my hubby so we can get on the road. He is delayed by 2.5 hours because some woman needed to go to Pakistan. He's a travel agent. If someone wants to go to Pakistan, he'll hook them up. It just delayed our departure.
When he finally got home and was ready to set out for Atlanta from Nashville in the rain, my gut told me to stay home. I know better than to go against my gut feeling. However, he was hellbent for leather that he was going to get me to the concert for my birthday. Hellbent hubbies overrule strong gut feelings. We made it to Atlanta right at show time. It was rainy. We didn't have tickets. I was in the funk to end all funks because I wanted to try to get a copy of the novel to Jimmy and my hopes were dashed. Just when I thought things couldn't get any worse. . .
The lady behind us at the red light couldn't stop in time on the slick roads. She crashed into the back of "Lola Nadira" my pride and joy ebay BMW. So, I spent my night waiting for Atlanta's finest to arrive to write up the report. I didn't get to see or hear the show. I didn't get a copy of the novel to Jimmy. I didn't get a t-shirt for my collection. I have a wrecked car. Thankfully, there were no serious injuries.
The moral of this story is: Listen to your gut and not your husband.
My birthday was Thursday. I was completely siked about spending the weekend in Atlanta at the concert and meeting a few fellow BN'ers. Due to work issues with Mr. Irishcajun, we weren't going to leave until Friday at noon. Making the best use of my morning to get ready for the show, I went and got a spray tan and a bikini wax. The results were fantastic. It was well worth all of the pain. I race back home to collect my hubby so we can get on the road. He is delayed by 2.5 hours because some woman needed to go to Pakistan. He's a travel agent. If someone wants to go to Pakistan, he'll hook them up. It just delayed our departure.
When he finally got home and was ready to set out for Atlanta from Nashville in the rain, my gut told me to stay home. I know better than to go against my gut feeling. However, he was hellbent for leather that he was going to get me to the concert for my birthday. Hellbent hubbies overrule strong gut feelings. We made it to Atlanta right at show time. It was rainy. We didn't have tickets. I was in the funk to end all funks because I wanted to try to get a copy of the novel to Jimmy and my hopes were dashed. Just when I thought things couldn't get any worse. . .
The lady behind us at the red light couldn't stop in time on the slick roads. She crashed into the back of "Lola Nadira" my pride and joy ebay BMW. So, I spent my night waiting for Atlanta's finest to arrive to write up the report. I didn't get to see or hear the show. I didn't get a copy of the novel to Jimmy. I didn't get a t-shirt for my collection. I have a wrecked car. Thankfully, there were no serious injuries.
The moral of this story is: Listen to your gut and not your husband.