Let’s rewind back to Friday, which seems like a decade ago.
Carmen, my best childhood friend, came for a visit. I’d planned on going to eat somewhere girly, especially after I heard her order her lunch while talking to her via the phone, “Hold on April, I need to order my taco….uh, yeah, I’ll take a Nacho Bell Grande…” So her appetite for junk food has not changed. Needless to say, I was still a little surprised when she suggested Mexican again for dinner.
She was the teenager that would raid our pantry and drink all the old orange soda and eat all the stale bags of chips. I don’t think I ever saw her turn down food. I don’t think I ever saw her gain weight. She is still skinny and eats like a fat man.
It was bitterly cold and windy when we stepped out for the night, so we went to the first warm spot we found downtown. It was a barbie Q joint. We drank beer and ate bbq, we are such ladies.
She wasn’t too excited that I kept snapping photos of her. I insisted it was for the blogger good, but ever since she’s been denied access to my blog, well, she doesn’t really understand my need to tell the world all the stupid details of my life.
After we ate we went to the local Christian bookstore/coffeehouse/art gallery. It’s a hoppin’ spot.
Hey, St. Louisans! That’s Ryan Mayo (son of N. Mayo from CPC) on the guitar…he goes to my church. The gal sitting on the stool is Jill Koch.
Carmen and art from Kansas.
This painting of a burning field takes my breath away. It’s hot.
Who doesn’t love some Indian stabbing bison sculpture? Huh? It’s incredible.
Okay, that’s all I’ve got. I’m trying very hard to pretend I’m not coming down with the flu because Clay has reservations for us to go out tonight and I really want to go out to eat with my sweetheart…..almost as much as I want to crawl into my bed and not move for a few days. Anyway, I’ve been trying to finish this post for days and this is the best I can do, so take it or stick it, either way.
Now, go say you love your honey’s and give them lots of hugs and kisses.