Dwight Yoakam, leading the Tribute band, looked good, though. He's letting his hair grow, which I like long a lot. I hope it's still long when he comes here in September.
Friday night I did a Bad Thing. I went to listen to my buddy Dave Insley at the honky-tonk and actually got myself pretty well toasted. I didn't mean to, but I guess since I've been dieting I haven't been having much alcohol, which made two rum-and-Diet-Cokes hit my head like a freight train. I stayed until I felt I was safe to drive, but I probably wouldn't have passed a breathalyzer. I was, however, VERY careful coming home, I promise! Next time I won't have the second one! I solemnly swear to only drink that much when I'm NOT driving, from now on.
Last night we went out to the hospital and visited sillymagpie, who was doing reasonably well, but is still yellow and preparing for surgery. On the way back, we found a really nifty little Greek restaurant with absolutely delicious food, had a late supper, and came home to crash. Today it was shopping for Barb's mom and lunch out. So I'm glad it's a three-day weekend.