I Love Spontaneity
I was always the one in my group of friends who was up for anything. More often than not, I was the one who would rally everyone together for something unplanned. Since my kids were born, the fun has gone out of that somewhat though. By the time you have packed four bags, toys, portable cribs, snacks for the road, a diaper bag, made sure the camera was charged, changed the clothes that got messed up while you were packing and gotten everyone in the car, you've wasted a couple of hours, and are exhausted before you start.
I've been longing for something different for a while now, and I wrote a story about missing the road just last week.
The day after that story, I got a phone call from my cousin at about 8am.
Do you want to go to Memphis with us tomorrow, to a Tigers game and then to Beale St to listen to some music?
I don't know. I hurt my knee yesterday. Not even sure I can walk today. I don't have a sitter. Mr.G wouldn't want me to go alone.
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In a few hours, I'm pulling up to her house with my suitcase and a huge smile on my face. I am not a big sports fan, but I love Beale Street. I love music, and Memphis is a great city for live tunes. I didn't have time to think about all the housework that was going undone, what would happen to the state of the house in my absence, it was just time to enjoy the freedom from responsibility for a day.
We had a blast. Karaoke to start. (Not enough alcohol yet...I don't sing in front of people.) Then down the street to The Rum Boogie Cafe to listen to some music and eat some Memphis Barbeque. Dancing, flying Mardi Gras beads, and of course, Jack and Diet Coke. A hundred guitars hanging around the ceiling - all signed by famous bands. Laughter and shared comraderie with the people at the tables crowded so close to us.
Back home, it's a little easier to not get frustrated with the kids and Mr.G. I'm still dancing a little bit to Elvis and Van Morrison.
Unfortunately...I don't think this has sated my appetite for the road. It seems that its just an appetizer.
Maybe spontaneity isn't dead for me after all.