Man, I love weekends. Sometimes, they make for interesting adventures. Friday was Texas Jack and No Justice at the Bricktown Dog. The crowd was a little sparse but we all made up for it by drinking heavily and screaming loud. Saturday, Melisa and I went to Beth and Chad's housewarming party in west OKC. Upon arrival to this shindig, we noticed most people there were ones Beth worked with and most were doctors and nurses and a little older than we are. We immediately found the keg outsidewith Chad standing next to it. As the night progressed and we continued to "babysit" the keg, Kevin and Robert eventually showed up so we had a couple more people to talk to. Our little group of five rarely went inside to mingle with the other group of people. There was a little enlightenment that night between our friends...... we haven't grown up yet..... and don't know that we ever will. I know we had nothing in common with these people, yet we had no desire to find out who these people are. I could hold a conversation for about a minute, maybe. Kevin shows up and says he brought a bunch of cd's we could jam out too, only the older crowd was gathered around a kareoke machine sitting on the floor. Now, I'm not one usually to pass up a little sing-a-long but that night just wouldn't have been my crowd. While all this was going on, little did we know Ashly was by herself at the Bricktown Dog getting man-handled by a guy in a yellow "Big Daddy" shirt. She send a couple of text messages saying to hurry up and save her. After about two hours later than I said we'd be there, we evetually show up to catch the last three songs of 12 Pearls. Those guys are good. I haven't seen them in probably over a year or since Jordan Doolan left the band. They got the crowd pumped for the Divide next. Another crowd pleaser. That band has more girls up front than I've seen at a Poison concert. They all have that certain aura I guess... or maybe it was Scotte's zebra striped shirt. Who knows. A great show regardless. Sunday, I got to lay concrete with Melisa's dad for a.... what was it?..... some kind of gate that shoots calfs out for roping in his arena he's building. So I got some new skills yesterday. Tomorrow is Kevin's birthday and I do believe they will be a big, huge, gargantuan, humongous party at the Red Dirt Cafe with The Stragglers and Texas Jack. Man, I love my life and the friends in it!