The people you meet, the places you go

I've met several people on my trip to the ATL area. Most interesting were the people touring botanical gardens all over the United States.

My brother, who had been traveling with me, decided to go back home since he wasn't feeling well. A little bummed, but totally confident, I made my way down to the manager's reception for some snacks and wine. While there, I met the group touring botanical gardens.

It's not an official botanical gardens job, but they do make sure everything is going well and looking good for those of us that enjoy botanicals.

Sounds like a cool job, eh?

Hopefully, they'll holler at me when they get to Birmingham in July and we'll meet up again :)
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How much of a spreadhead am I now?

Tonight was #7 for me. After lots of talk and study on the method to the setlist madness, I made a list of all my favorites (excluding most covers because, well, there are nearly as many covers as originals ... and that's a LOT). I marked off the ones where there was no chance they would be played (X), probably not be played (/), possibly not be played (\), and dotted the ones that have been played this tour (one dot per play). It took a couple hours :)

Next, I circled the ones I really wanted to hear and had a good chance of play. Would you know that I got 4 so far? ("Pigeons," "Send Your Mind," "Little Kin," and "Red Hot Mama") I think that's pretty cool. And several were played that were on the master list, but not circled.

So, let's see ... I've traveled to see WP twice so far, I have the ink, I spend about $100/year on tshirts and memorabilia, and I make friends at the shows. The first song I figured out by ear to play on the bass was "Imitation Leather Shoes." I even own several DVDs of shows so I can watch when I'm not seeing them live.

I guess all that's left on the WP bucket list is: be a roadie, take my kids to a show, have them play at my wedding (and other applicable major events), go on tour with the band and crew, finish the tattoo, and see "Bears Gone Fishing," "Fishing," "Sparks Fly," and "Climb to Safety."

I can't wait for tomorrow night!


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Musings

Yesterday, I had a palm reading at Underground Atlanta.

Being a Christian, it took me a long time to get up the nerve to get a tarot reading, but I voiced my concerns to my first "reader" and she was really cool and respectful. What was supposed to be a 20 minute session turned into an hour because my cards were just really cool. I don't do it to see the future, but to sort out my emotions. If you don't understand what I mean by this and how it's possible to be a Christian and justify fortune telling (for a general purpose term), all I can say is you just have to do it for entertainment purposes to see what I mean. I don't dwell on what they see in my future, but I focus on my question at hand (usually, "WTF am I doing and what should I be doing?") and see what the cards "say." Depending on their "answer," I ponder my feelings about it - not as if it's written in stone, but as a way to explore different paths. It's really hard to explain, but I can say that an hour with tarot cards goes a lot farther than $150 and 50 minutes with a therapist.

Anyway ... So, I got my palms read for the first time yesterday. My reader said I was a creative person and very caring towards others, that I worry too much and I don't write enough, even though I have a talent for it. She also said I wouldn't get married and I wouldn't have kids, so I'm not dwelling on that part. I do believe I have a higher purpose in a relationship, so I'm not sweating it.

But the reading got me thinking. All that stuff about my personality and character was true. I am deeply creative and I used to write all the time (as in I was always journaling). I have a blog that I never update. So, maybe that was my kick in the ass I needed to keep this little project up. It doesn't have to be the story of my life, I just need to share what's on my mind, serious or random.
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Operation: Get Yo' Hippie On 2013 v1.0

I've been in Atlanta for 24 hours!

Brother and I met in Auburn, hopped on the shuttle bus, and got in yesterday evening. I still don't do well on the MARTA. That thing is freaky, with the wobbling and all. Ugh!

We had dinner at Mary Mac's, and it did not disappoint. Why is there not truly good soul food in Alabama? I had chicken fingers, mac n cheese, green beans, and squash souffle. Omnomnom. :) Also, the pot likker actually made collards look appetizing to me, and I enjoyed it.

This morning, we went to Little 5 Points so I could check out the Bohemian district. (What would a hippie trip be without a trip to see the bohos?) We ate lunch at the Vortex, after I netted $47 on the lotto. Holla!

I wanted to see the Margaret Mitchell house, but the shuttle bus driver was being a dick and wouldn't take me there (um, it's 1/10 of a mile outside of your area, drop me as close as you can get). WTF?!?

Tonight is the Black Crowes and I think we're going to Ted's Montana Grill before for dinner.


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Rusted Root

Back in February or so, a little bird let it spill that Rusted Root would be at Iron City in Birmingham sometime in April. That was probably the best news, musically, in a long time. Because I haven't seen Rusted Root since I was 16! It was a very chill show, not high energy and super-tribal like I remember them way back when. I heard several of my favorites and it was a night I will not regret. 

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Dave Matthews Band

My last night of my 20's was spent with Dave Matthews Band at Oak Mountain Ampitheatre. It wasn't no Widespread, Tom Petty, or Crue, but grooving to "Jimi Thing" and ending with "Ants Marching" was pretty cool :) 

Good ol' Alan was my "date" for the night and I officially turned 30 on Highway 31 in Homewood, on our way to Nana Funks for a celebratory birthday drink. As it turned out, 2 Good People Browns, 1 shot of Crown, and 1 Royal Flush Shooter, all after midnight, but with a comfortably full stomach, did not for a good birthday make. Talk about a hangover! (The slice from, er, Slice, and the hot dog with grilled onions from Paul's hot dog stand were amaze-balls, BTW.)

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