Folky Cold Medina

Would you look at that rack! Wow! I kinda look like I might kick your ass, no? The best part--that wasn't even my drink. I said, "Hey, Sam, give me your drink for this picture so I can look more badd ass."

And he did.

Yup. Two Ds. Kind of like me. Okay, I'm maybe a C+.

In any case, it was a great weekend kids, it surely was. JennyJenny8675309 had a horse show today, so I got to watch her do her stuff, jumping around. I went through about a gallon of sunscreen, but it was worth it to see her decked out in her riding gear. That is such a good look, ya'll. And I love any sport where a riding crop is required, know what I'm sayin'?

Also, our good friends, The Pendelstews, had a BBQ and there was some good, clean Cornholing happening. I flirted mercilessly with an Irishman who told me I was a "fine lass, a very fine lass indeed."

"Ya nearly made me forget me girlfriend," he said to me.

Thanks ... Hey wait a minute. "You have a girlfriend? Why did we just spend the past hour-and-a-half snuggling in the kitchen?"

"Aw, right. Sure. Ya, of course ya might be wantin' ta know 'bout thaht no-ow doooon't ya? Well, you're just soooo bloody captivating, I couldn't help meself."

Oh, very well then. One can't help being captivating. I bid him goodnight with a hug and an offer to look me up if he ever drops the bitch. Actually, I'm quite certain she's a loverly girl. I try not to roll that way.

Meself, I've have been captivated by my recording gear. After a false start, I am well on my way to creating a full libary of my whiskey-infused songs and covers that don't make a whole lot of sense. (Pop me an e-mail on the V-line if you're interested: 123Valerie at gmail.com. I'll send you some.)

Speaking of whiskey and nonsense, it's time for bed.

In the Comments section, tell what you did this weekend.