What a trip

I love when I find something that I didn’t know I needed.

I planned to spend the rest of my weekend partying with friends and possibly not remembering any of it. It was Rugbyfest, what better to do, right? Last minute on Saturday night I decided to splurge a little and drive myself to the state line to see my grandparents in Louisiana. It was the best idea I’d had in a while. Driving the two hours to their front step was the most liberating thing. I got to jam out and just be myself for a full 120 minutes. Gosh I needed it. And I didn’t even know it till after it happened.

What is it about driving that makes me feel free? Is it the fact that I’m flying down the road at 70 miles per hour? Is it that I can turn my music up as loud as I want and it doesn’t bother anyone? Whatever it is, I absolutely love it.

While in visiting my grandparents my Grandmother and I took a trip to WalMart. There I learned one of the great things about Louisiana: liquor in the grocery store. As I was walking and gazing into all of the beautiful bottles of wine that I’m used to on the alcohol aisle I ran into a bottle of Jack Daniels. It didn’t quite click at first till I saw a bottle of Crown. I looked back, thought for a second and remembered that in Louisiana they can sell liquor in the grocery stores. I then quickly decided that I needed to buy something. I found a bottle of Belvedere and he was glued to my hand. Half the price of the one I bought in Texas for my birthday! Then I saw the Nuvo. It’s shiny pink bottle called to me. It went straight into the basket. Lately I’ve been craving Tequila Rose so I looked around for the tasty treat and found it sitting on a lower shelf, patiently waiting for me, so it joined the Nuvo in the basket and I sadly put the Belvedere back by the Ciroq. My reasoning was that I already had a Belvedere bottle for my collection and wasn’t going to buy three bottles of liquor on a WalMart trip with my Grandmother; two was plenty. I would have felt bad, but Gran herself had put some gin in the cart first. Needless to say, I’m going to have a few great nights in Nacogdoches once I get home.

I also splurged on the new Taylor Swift cd. I’ve been trying to avoid it, and I had done a good job so far. But I had a good tip night at work on Saturday and money burns a hole in my pocket, so here I am sitting on the bed listening to Taylor sing me into a blissful coma. I wish and pray to God every day to give me her talent. The way she writes her songs just gets me. I try to write my best, and in prose pieces it works, but I can’t write a song to save my life.

And I’d love to. I’d love to sit down and pour my heart out into a song, pick up a guitar, add music and sing it for the whole world, for my friends, just for myself.