Good morning, pun’kin heads!

I’ve come to the conclusion that it’s going to be nearly impossible for me to do any justice to having seen Phantom of the Opera last night. I realize that for most of you this does not inspire envy, so I’ll keep it short…ish.

It’s an event I’ve been looking forward to for months, the final showing at The Fox in Atlanta and although the performance had shaky start with some painful over-acting, The Phantom hit it hard at all the right spots during the second half. The words and the lines that usually inspire me to crank up the soundtrack were just as raw and pure as I wanted and needed them to be. I closed my eyes, grinned like an idiot in the darkness, tried not to sing along and reveled as the goose bumps worked their way up my body. So there. FO.

If anything, you should be achingly jealous of my “Bonzo”. Yeah c’mon. We closed Murphy’s down with a natural but unintentionally long dinner following the show and since I had a healthy salmon steak, the Bonzo kind of balances it out…right? Nod and smile, Chachi.

Wondering what else I did this weekend? A LOT! Football, hockey and even a little hippie love. Lookie here and here.

I’ll go ahead and tell you that there was no exercise (which means no walking, running or getting on a bike and/or sporting a flat out in the middle of nowhere) or seeing any exotic marvels of engineering. Just some good, clean, down home, southern style, free wheelin’ fun.

Kissy boo!