I hate myself for quoting that song.
I am such an adult. Seriously, my maturity is out of control. In bed by 9 on a Friday night? Check. A responsible two beers with my parents? Check. Waking up at 7:30 on a Saturday morning to watch some HGTV? Yep.
In a sad, sad turn of events, my only friend in Dallas had a family dinner to attend ABANDONED ME TO THE WOLVES my parents and I was forced to let them buy me dinner and drinks last night. My pride may never recover.
In the interests of making new amigos, I obnoxiously hunted down the band/singer/act/whatever that was playing and asked them to take a picture for my blog, after explaining that I was basically the Oprah Winfrey of the internet and they were sure to experience instant fame after I introduced them to my all internet friends. So they giggled nervously and provided me with this little gem.
Seriously though, one of the better bar acts I’ve seen… Mr. Droo D’Anna has the voice of a little hippie angel and judging by the middle-aged women whistling at him throughout the set he’s obviously got some commercial appeal as well. I even liked him enough to check out his MySpace (hello, dark ages… I didn’t even know that was still a “thing”.)
The other most exciting part of my week? Making pizza from scratch in the break room at work during lunch….
It’s rough being such a rock star sometimes.
About to head out for a Saturday long run with hopes that it goes a little better than my last one! Wish me luck and go have some fun for me this weekend (since Lord knows I’m not having any.)
What the last band/artist you saw live?
What’s your favorite kind of pizza?
Will you please come be my friend in Dallas?
-Steph and the Pipster