But, here are some highlights from the weekend that was:
Spencer had group violin practice on Saturday morning. The instructors followed the lesson with a cello performance, just for the kids' enrichment. I sat there listening to the principal cellist for the symphony orchestra with piano accompaniment, thinking, "Most people have to pay money to hear a performance like this, and here I sit in a classroom at the university listening to one for free, just because I'm fortunate enough that my son takes lessons from amazingly talented people who know amazingly talented people." Crazy.
Next, Spencer had an afternoon basketball game. We actually had to have a conversation with our son that went something like, "Stop being polite. We're really proud of you that you have such good manners. But, you do not have to let the other team take their turn at making a shot. You can try to stop them. You don't have to share the ball, either. You can try to take it. Every. Time. We'll let you know if you ever get too rude, but for now, get aggressive, son!"
As if that weren't a full enough Saturday, we donned our finery and headed out to the Louise Hopkins Underwood Center for the Arts Gala fundraiser. Shawn has this neat little party trick (that paid his bills through college). He knows how to auctioneer. So, whenever one of our friends chairs a charity event, guess who gets the call for the live auction? It's starting to get funny, though, the more people he meets as "Shawn Johnson, business man". They have a slight look of confusion when he steps up on stage. And, then their reactions are priceless as he starts calling with, "What'll you bid for it? A thousand where?" But, honestly, he's very good at it and has just the right je ne sais quoi that allows him to know just who to pick on for a little bit more bidding and when to let it go. He's gotten unbelievable results for some very worthy charities in town. It's definitely a gift and he definitely uses it for good. And, I'm definitely proud.
My brilliantly funny and talented friend, Christy was the MC for the night, too (just a little break from helping her husband run for 137th District Court judge, 'cause I'm sure she had some time on her hands... And, btw, if you live here, her husband is John "Trey" McClendon. Early voting has started. So get out and vote for him!). It was such a well-put together, well-thought out evening. Kudos to Britt, Susan and everyone who worked so hard for such a worthy cause.
A couple funny side notes from the night: You know that lie that we all, as brides, have told our nearest and dearest friends and family? You know the one. "I know this dress costs [fill in the blank with any amount that you, as a twenty-something, couldn't afford], but you'll definitely be able to wear it again!" LIE. Raise your hand if you EVER wore a bridesmaid's dress after the wedding. Well, 11 1/2 years after the fact, I wore the skirt that I wore at my sister's wedding. I "Sharon Stone'd" it up a bit with a button-up shirt instead of the corset top she put us in in '98. But, nevertheless, it was worn again.
Two things about this picture:
It was taken at 6:21 - clearly.
Why is my hand in that most unnatural claw position?
The other side note is the nice thing my friend Kendra said. It went something like this, "I read your blog. You are one funny b*tch. You're like the Chelsea Lately of the block." Only to me would this be the best compliment EVER. But, it is. Thanks, Kendra. You can call me a b*tch any time you please. You made my night.
We awoke to head to church on Sunday, where Elizabeth got a big gulp of communion wine and declared, "That's good milk." (Ahhh. That's my girl.) We ate our weight in thin crust Domino's pizza for dinner (so much for making my family nutritious - oh well, so you fall off the wagon every now and then), went to bed...
And, another week has begun. Happy Monday to you.