Team Tuna did a nose dive

Adam came up to THE ROCK Friday night. He was my partner for Beer Pong. Yeah, we had an official beer pong tournament with brackets, rules written and posted, and everything. Ok, we live in the middle of no where and hardly ever see people other than each other, give us a break. We lost in the first round. This is me, totally not devestated, because beer pong is slightly lame. I prefer flip cup.

Friday nights have turned into drunken debauchery for me. Saturday mornings always greet me with "let's count how many are left in the 12 pack" regret. I'm a small person. Hell, last night I was gettin close off a beer and some nasty, pound-cake tasting shot (sorry Jellybean, we have different tastes). Two-thirds of a 12 pack is hell on my bowels (and vowels). My mom wanted me to give up alcohol for Lent. I've never been good at doing things people tell me to do.

Anyway, Friday was some good times. I couldn't believe Adam really came to visit. Even when he called and said he was going to, I still wasn't convinced. Beer pong at THE ROCK (you have to say it like Sean Connery), simply unresistable.

SUPER-DOOPER-SHIT-YOUR-PANTS-EXCITING-NEWS!!!

Guess who's touring with Brooks and Dunn this summer/fall and will be in ATLANTA in AUGUST?!?!? Guess. Ok, he's tall. And he's the only guy who can pull off a mullet. And I blog about him monthly. You guessed it! Alan Jackson!! This is me, jumping up and down and panting with excitement. I'll be taking suggestions for t-shirt crafting later. Love the ol' Alan. LOVE HIM. A LOT. Now, who wants to go with me? Jellybean? Any takers?! Hot dog!!

JENNIFER NETTLES ROCKS

Yesterday I rode up to Chattanooga with, as Boss Ja refers to them, 'the two bobs.' That would be Jellybean and her main squeeze, Bob. We pulled into a gas station just north of Atlanta. An elderly couple with Ontario plates pulled into the pump in front of us and the husband got out. He was kinda hunched over but seemed to be still-with-it for the most part. I heard him ask Bob how to work the pump. And I watched him chicken gallop around and try to figure out the gas pump (you figure with Ontario plates in Georgia, they might have had to stop for gas once or twice before but who am I to judge?). Anyway, I started chuckling when I read his only bumper sticker, "Keep honking. I'm reloading." They were driving an Escort or something; this was no pick-up kinda guy. He disappeared inside, and when he came back, he was carrying a plastic cup. Then, he opened up his trunk and pulled out a 2-liter of coke and a bottle of whiskey. He handed both to his wife in the passanger seat. Crazy ass Canadians.

So we saw Little Big Town and Sugarland last night in Chattanooga. Jennifer Nettles is so goofy and entertaining on stage. I love it. That was the first show we saw where Sugarland wasn't the opener and it was awesome. The place was sold-out. And I made friends with the lady in front of me in line for the bathroom. It was some good times. I love Sugarland!

Jelena sent me some art work a few weeks ago. She bought me a picture by the same artist for my high school graduation and I just can't wait to decorate me trailer with both of them in the fall. Anyway, a card came with the picture and I love, love, love what it says:

"There are things you do because they feel right and they may make no sense and they may make no money and it may be the real reason we are here: to love each other and to eat each other's cooking and say it was good."