A gray and rainy Nashville weekend gave me all kinds of time to explore my newest hobby…being back in a band.
I auditioned a few weeks ago for a cover band that will perform in the surrounding Nashville area and I got the gig. Kicking the weekend off with a rehearsal didn’t suck.
Being that your worlds revolve around CBXB, I’m sure you’re dying to know the name of my cover band. And I’m also sure you’re not shocked when I convey that we have no name. My creative juices have obviously been stunted because I still own a pussy that has unimaginatively been named New Cat.
What should we call the band?
My main squeeze Teddy advocated us using the name Ted and I very gently told him there was already a movie with that title (and then he demanded to know why in the hell he wasn’t the star).
Coming up with a band name that isn’t cheesy, ridiculous or already used is pretty damn hard. Being that I’m blonde, thinking is already a challenge so this present dilemma called for a cocktail.
While I was guzzling braincells away, my Iowa twins were sipping on their milk concoctions like it was nobody’s business.
My niece and nephew were extremely busy being spoiled to death by my folks, who were up visiting the twins over the weekend.
Being that my dad was not blessed with male offspring of his own, he takes every chance he can to bond with little Prince B…right down to dressing like twins.
Sunday morning, Tedstar and I discussed my brunch attire on the porch of our mini manse.
I settled for the subtly of sequins before noon, naturally.
Keeping in form with my understated style I also wore lipstick when lunging off brunch through the local park.
Of course after loving on the tuxedo cat for more than a few moments, I had some explaining to do with my other overly demanding pussy.
I’m clearly creating my very own fireworks this holiday week…