My stress level the past few weeks has been slightly through the roof. I love my new job working in development for the non-profit I’ve been at for nearly three years, but it’s truly the first time since I started here in 2008 that I’ve felt like a fish out of water. Or a mediocre swimmer treading water. Or something about water.
It’s not that it’s that hard or I’m that slow, it’s just a lot to pick up at one time. New people, procedures, software, databases, a whole new focus that has very little to do with my publications background. It’s refreshing and challenging and frustrating all at the same time. In a good way.
So as this week drags on and I try to keep my head above water and get a million and one things done I can’t help but miss Saturday Lauren who sat on the lawn at Nissan Pavilion (it will always be Nissan to me) content and carefree.
We were so excited — we got there early and got to see The Band Perry and Luke Bryan before the main act. Luke Bryan was awesome. He covered Taylor Swift and best of all Enter Sandman in the middle of a song. I jumped and screamed and got goosebumps and yearned for Lane Stadium.
And then there was the man himself. Tim McGraw.
Now I’ve never been an especially huge fan of Tim McGraw, but after staring at him and singing with him last Saturday night I was so, so happy.
It had been a long day and I was pretty tired (see above) but so happy. Thanks Mom for the tickets and Jessie for being my date.
Oh and thank you Barrs for coming straight from a day of car shopping!
Now I just want to go back to that lawn with those people and loud music.
This past Sunday, we spent more hours than I care to admit playing in and spectating at Bryan’s “Sometimes Annual” badminton tournament. My teammate this year (Hugh) was the reigning champ from last year, so the pressure was on. After going undefeated (2-0) in the round robin pre-tournament play, we entered the actual tournament with cautiously high hopes…
Don’t my friends look intensely athletic?
This is quite representative of our teamwork:
Where I lacked in hand-eye coordination, I made up for in the sportsmanlike conduct department — I handed out pre-game high fives to our opponents.
Jessie and Troy were the first team we beat, but I don’t think they’d gotten into this groove yet:
Benjamin was my teammate last year… we’re pretty sure we came in a close second to Hugh’s team, though our memories were a little foggy.
Naturally, I enjoyed the spectating part of the tournament. Only it got a little nerve-racking when the spectator became the player — so much pressure!
The second place trophy, engraved with the motivational message: “You should probably stick to cheering.”
And the coveted Brody Magody Trophy for the champion of the Sometimes Annual Badminton Tournament:
I honestly can’t tell you how this happened, but you can probably tell that we did not win…
At least we’re the No. 3 ranked team going into next year’s tournament. Somehow.
Last week I was in Nags Head, NC with friends for our fourth annual Friends Beach Trip.
These guys came:
And so did these guys:
And these guys came to teach everyone how to expertly boogie board:
I was there, too!
We started July 4th with a salute to the Star Spangled Banner at 10 a.m. and continued it with American beer:
In between days with too-cold water and jelly fish-infested water, we played in the ocean:
And Benjamin enjoyed his half-day before having to head home to go back to work. Adulthood sucks.
Jessie was not a fan of Benjamin’s early departure:
But we managed to get a group photo before he left (unfortunately we were missing D for this one):
After showering up from the beach, our America celebration continued with matching (blurry) girls:
And unruly boys:
And slightly less unruly (blurry) boys:
Despite many, many attempts, Jessie and I got a blurry picture:
We feasted like champions the next morning on gourmet breakfasts of mac-and-cheese-with-cut-up-hot-dogs, pasta salad and eggs.
On the last night before all the friends left, we had an accidental/mandatory uniform night:
And on Wednesday we had a fancy group lunch at Sonic before everyone left Hugh and me to fend for ourselves the rest of the week.
It was quite the pig-out session and it was Jessie’s very first Sonic experience:
I think she liked it.
Then we said goodbye, everyone left, and Hugh and I went back to the big, empty beach house and settled into our friendless depression.
Just kidding, it wasn’t that bad.
But I will save that update for tomorrow.
Even though it was 100 degrees and the air was thick with humidity, the girls from work and I sat outside at Hank’s Oyster Bar Wednesday night to celebrate another month of trivia success.
Who cares how hot it is when you’re about to feast on fresh oysters with fun people?
And the food did not disappoint — goldfish to start with, onion rings, cucumber salad, fried oysters and oysters on the half shell, dark chocolate for dessert and a cool glass of white wine.
If the servers had not been moving the umbrellas on the patio to block the sun from us as it set, we would have definitely fried to death. The things we’ll endure for a good meal…
In other news, this song is constantly stuck in my head these days:
Now it’s in yours too! Enjoy!