Good day, guitar lessons. I said good day!

Today I decided to put my guitar lessons on hiatus :(

At tonight's lesson I told Brad (my guitar teacher) that we were officially breaking up. I played some (showing off my best songs [Jolene and Sunday Morning Coming Down]) and we bonded some (mainly over our mutual affection for The Carpenters).

Not sure how long this hiatus will last but for now it's the right thing to do.

Good day, guitar lessons. I said good day!

Madonna?

Last night I was on the couch snacking on popcorn and watching "Britney: For the Record" (don't judge me).

Much to my chagrin there was a cameo by Madonna - blech. So, yeah. I'm not a fan. Sure - I'll 80s dance and sing along to Borderline from time to time but other than that I'm all "Madonna? Meh...".

I've heard the pseudo-British accent before (but it's still alarming). But I've got to say - what the hell is going on with Madonna's face?! In fact, I'm not entirely sure it was Madonna speaking. She might have used Joan Rivers as a stand-in.

Spaghetti Cat (I Weep For You)

I can't quit you, Spaghetti Cat.

Whatever happened to Baby Jane?

Tonight Jemmy and Loraine came over for M, P, P & P (that's movie, pizza, pie and pals).

While watching "Whatever Happened to Baby Jane?" we ate, snuggled with Marvin and Shamus, and made almost non-stop commentary on the movie.  Ah, good times.  I don't know if I'll ever be able to say "you" correctly ever again.  And starting tomorrow I'll be wearing a heart-shaped drawn on mole on my cheek (just like Baby Jane).  Just because I'm fancy like that. 

The $6 ice cream cone?!

This morning I'm in the car on the way home from the city (dropping off my grandmother).  Loraine calls to say she and Jean are heading to my neighborhood for lunch and a movie.  I say "Oh, yes!" and head on over to meet them at Fentons.  I'm all excited because I rarely go there (even though it's about 2 blocks from my house).

Loraine and Jean have lunch.  I opt for an ice cream cone instead.  One scoop, one flavor on a sugar cone.  That's it.  Nothing fancy.  So imagine my surprise when the bill arrives and the ice cream costs $5.25 (for the ice cream) and $0.50 (for the cone).  Um, what?  Since when do cones cost extra?  And since when does one scoop of ice cream on a cone cost $6?!  (And, yes - I know it adds up to $5.75 but I'm rounding up, people).

Note to self - I'm crossing Fentons off the list.  Those sons of biscuits really sock it to you (and not in a good way).

This commercial cracks me up

I can't quit you, Urban Cowboy

Watched "Urban Cowboy" this morning - oh how I love this movie. Seriously. What's not to love? It's the perfect storm of goodness (Debra Winger, mechanical bull and a honky tonk bar).

And it reminds me of a trip to Houston that I took in college (senior year?). Boyfriend and I drove from New Orleans to Houston for the Thanksgiving weekend. I was obsessed with finding Mickey Gilley's. I had visions of spending the afternoon drinking Budweiser from long neck bottles and riding a mechanical bull. Ah, so dreamy...

We spent hours driving around Pasadena, TX looking for this place. Kept asking people on the side of the road and at gas stations for directions to Gilley's. We finally arrive at the spot that was Gilley's (see photo above) to find out they'd up and moved to Branson, MO years before :(