So the Justin McRoberts/Dividing the Plunder concert was tonight. It went rather well. More people could have come. A lot more. But the concert itself was great.
You know, no one ever calls my cell phone. But during the concert, I got two freaking calls. The first was my dad. He called for a “quick question”. Hows about some transcript action:
“Hey Drew, I’ve got a quick question.”
“You remember Julie?”
You mean the girl I almost married, yeah, I think I would remember her. “Yeah.”
“What kind of stone was in that engagement ring you almost got?”
“I don’t remember.”
“Was it tanzanite?”
“Yeah, that’s it.”
“Good. Your Ma was having a brain lapse and couldn’t remember. See you this weekend!”
The second was less intrusive. It was during the last song, and it was Krystle Zych, with nothing to say. So I kept her on the line for 20 minutes while I ate the remainder of my birthday cake with Lee. I love speakerphone.
So, I’d like to find a date to Miller-Scott before we leave for Thanksgiving. I’ve got a couple ideas, but I don’t know if any of them will work out. I guess I have a little less than 3 weeks before the banquet… I’ll be fine, don’t worry about me.
Oh, and its exactly four weeks from Trilogy Tuesday. So much Lord of the Rings, so much time…