In my last entry I talked a little bit about how I stumbled upon putting my house in Nashville up for rent and randomly moving to a different state knowing only one person. As I was saying, when you work for the worlds biggest popstar for 7 years, you generally "don't have anything on the books". Like,....ever. So I went. Because a friend said to come.
An old friend and fantastic clothing designer from Nashville (also down there in SD on business) found us a place to stay. He had designed some beautiful formal gowns for a charity gala in La Jolla and asked me to model one for the event. Duh, right? So off I went. The only thing missing was the hose drawn carriage. There, I devoured piles of prime rib, champagne and pastries...with the greatest of ease and grace. The entertainment on stage was a young fantastic little surfer-shaggy haired singer songwriter and band. I was introduced to them all after the show. I steered clear of the adorable guitar player because I vowed never to date another musician again. Forget it!
I returned to my guest house and passed out. Food coma. I walked down to the kitchen with a make up smeared face and bobby pins stuck every which way in my knotted hair. After making my coffee, I peeked around the corner and into the living room to see that guitar player, showering patience and loving kindness onto a 5 year old boy with a guitar. I fell in love with him right the. And there. That's when I knew I had also done a lot of growing up. After that, I pretty much forced him to marry me. There's a little bit in between, which I will expand upon next Monday. I know it's a short one, guys. But it's because of our current adventure, time, Gas, batteries, goals, and urgent matters. Can't wait to tell you about those too!