Just got off the phone with smays. I was just about to post about something else when she called. The conversation turned my thoughts elsewhere.
Virginia's birthday is today.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, V-BABY, MEAN TRAIN, and my favorite nick-name, STALKER MAGNET. You're as unique and special as they come, so I hope you have a lovely day.
Back on track. Virginia and Sarah are going on a road trip to Nashville. Apparently, she got Hillsong tickets as a birthday gift. Pretty cool. But Nash-vegas isn't a cakewalk if you've never been there. So, as good and wise parents do, theirs required that the dynamic duo have some sort of companion-ish presence with them to make the trip safer. I whole-heartedly concur. Truth is, I don't like the thought of them wandering around Second and Broadway, either. Not that they aren't responsible and capable, but I lived there for two years. It's a different world, trust me.
So Mr. Music City stepped in.
In an instant, I went from youth/JGen leader, friend and buddy, to chaperone/alternate parent-who-can-run-off-on-a-joy-ride-to-Nashburg-because-I-really-don't-have-any-plans-to-screw-up-anyway guy.
Dang. See? Just like that it creeps up on you and you don't even see it coming. I fought it for years but it has finally overtaken me. Responsibility. Ooohh! The word makes me shudder.
Anyway, it'll be a blast and it's a win-win for everybody. But I'll have no age jokes, mind you. Call it shepherding.
Besides, I have several favorite restaurants to choose from and some old friends I can call up to keep me busy. Heck, I might even get a record deal while I'm there.
