Friday Night Lights

Well, we pounced out to see/hear Trace play in the new pub. He sat at the table with us before his set and you could tell he was nervous. Holding her hand and twisting a napkin with the other. Michelle and I worked our magic making faces and requesting the oddest songs for him to play. He loved it, and it seemed to work the crowd as well, they joined in.
Of course it wasn’t all fun and games that night with storms rolling in, nasty ones at that. I saw on TV where Atlanta was hit with a tornado, which brought chills to me because Luke and his group live up there. I didn’t want to call from a bar and wake everyone up at his house so I waited till Saturday to hear from him. All was well. Whew!
The storm only brought me extra work after it blew through, not a bad deal. It kept me very busy this weekend organizing and planning out this week’s strategy. I hopped in the office on Sunday to organize a bit more before a long day at Gs.
I had text Jacks early Sunday to find that the “strangers of drama” have departed from his life. I had to call because I now was really confused. “The king of psycho babble and long drawn out sentences is out”. I wanted to ask him what he’d been smoking, the guy that had been bugging him, left his group and his two lemming girls that drank his Kool-Aid followed. At any rate he said things will be getting along a lot better now. Whatever floats you boat.
Lori and I, later on Sunday worked on her throwing arm. PG and I and she all made a huge triangle and tossed the ball back and forth. When PG would throw it at me I noticed my hand began to sting. “Hey wait a minute! You are throwing zingers!” He smirked at me and said “throw them back” I did.
So today I type with a semi tender right palm……..