"Too much adventure!" Gary complained. "You scheduled too much for one week."
Hey, I thought, it's not like that week we saw BNL in Albuquerque and then flew back and drove to Chicago to see Steven Page.
Granted, we did pack a lot into this past week. So much that early in the week that I hit 10,000 steps in one day on my new fitness tracker. It buzzed and lit up. It didn't light up enough to compel me to hit 10,000 any other day, of course. Nice try, Fitbit.
The concert we went to mid-week was almost a washout. There was a torrential rainstorm that hit with straight-line winds and horizontal rain just as I was crossing the bridge. It let up and we went to see:
- A Led Zeppelin tribute band
- Cheap Trick (now with FIVE-necked guitars and a new album)
Holy God, why haven't I seen Foreigner live before? We were seated right by the sound boards, and at one point the lead singer ran to the sound pit, strapped himself on top a tiny platform, which then rose into the sky on top of some ... some ... some expand-y phallic thing. And there was fire and blasty jets and all the hits, ALL THE HITS, of the last forty years.
The next night we went to an escape room. We did not escape. We came, really really close - honestly, if we'd just turned over two more documents we'd have been out. Six out of our group of ten bailed, so we had that going against us. The next time I try an escape room, I'll know that if I am to be handcuffed, I won't be handcuffed next to my husband. He berated me so hard while we were trying to get out that the other other two players began giggling nervously.
And it doesn't end! We're off to see some caves this weekend, so we'll be well out of Saint Louis when everyone arrives for the eclipse. In fact, we'll be in the sleepiest town I've ever been in: Cuba, MO.
I promised Gary one day this weekend would be an entire day of sitting and watching TV, just like a normal weekend. He's right! TOO MUCH ADVENTURE!