I almost headed this “post mortem”, but decided that was a bit harsh. Valentine’s turned out fairly well this year. We had our fancy dinner at home Friday night, since we knew Saturday’s schedule would be a bit weird. It was a very relaxing evening at home after an extremely taxing week.
Saturday morning we woke up to a dozen roses for Laura from me, and a Furman necktie from her to me. OK, so it wasn’t a Valentine. It was still cool.
The weather stinks out loud. I thought it was supposed to be clear for at least part of the day, but it rained ALL day. I completed my work order web application for the district, then got tired of sitting in front of a computer. I headed to Brunswick Bowl for the Paladin Club bowl-a-rama. A good number of the UFFP crowd was there. I didn’t bowl, but did take lots of pictures. More Photoshop fodder.
After a post-bowl beer at Handlebar, I got home in time to get ready for us to head to Spartanburg to see a live Prairie Home Companion. I thought I had calculated the correct amount of time to get us to the concert, but when we got there and saw the chaos, I began to wonder if we would make it into the auditorium in time. Parking was a nightmare, but we made it to our seats with five minutes to spare.
The show itself was lots of fun. Garrison even read my Valentine greeting to Laura over the air. As much fun as it was, both of us were struck with how much the show played to Southern stereotypes. Multiple references to grits, dawgs, pickup trucks, and bubbas. So much for all the progress the South might have made.
Which brings us to this morning. I’m listening to the re-broadcast to see if it hits me the same way. The weather has not improved, and is expected to get worse — possibly one to three inchesof snow by tomorrow. Just what we need.