I love to travel. I love doing things. I basically run myself ragged 95% of the time. This week it's all home. Well, for the most part. We aren't going anywhere in particular, except, you know, the Kid Rock concert. Can anyone say back stage passes? I can. Rock, my friend, not Kid but Man scored us two. I am beyond psyched. I'm thinking Kid might wanna be my new best friend. I'm just saying, maybe. I wasn't going to share this until I could back it up with pictures but I really don't have much else going on.
My time is being wisely spent in one of three places. The gym, my computer or the pool. When I am at the gym running I have time to think freely about what I will wear to the concert, how logistically it will all work out, all the little details. At my pool, I can talk to or txt my friends about the same issues. I felt I was leaving out the six of you that read my blog, that includes two Meredith's and my husband. Well, them and the various people that google "fake tans" or "tans gone bad" and get directed here through my scintillating spray on tan post.
The concert is Friday night about 40 minutes from my house. I got an e mail today saying Kid was playing Bryant Park on Friday morning and I could have VIP privileges to that. Do you know, I actually thought about it. I thought, "Huh, if we got up at like 5.30 we (I'm just including people in here who get dragged into my mostly moronic schemes, you know who you are, sorry) could make it up to NYC by 7.30. That would give us time to park and go tell the people we are "special" Kid Rock fans. Then I remembered I had kids. Well, bring 'em I thought. Then I remember Chase had to go to Villanova that day for a thing with their soccer team. I actually thought, just for a second, "He'd rather go to Kid Rock." I could make it back early in the afternoon. Shower and be on my way. It seems so simple. Except that Villanova thing is probably more important than waking my kids up at the crack of dawn, hauling them up to New York for a concert in the park. Ya know, after I've thought this through again on here, it doesn't seem like a half bad idea. I've done way stupider things. Easy, in my sleep.