Ouch. The whole reason I was even sitting in church was because we ditched the Marrietta festival a day early. The festival wasn't exactly what one would define as successful. Sales weren't great and the storms were tremendous (of course). At one point our tent became dangerously close to functioning as a box kite and we were ankle deep in water. I think we can really empathize with how Ginger (Wendy) and Mary Anne (me) must have felt on the S.S. Minow.
This might sound dreadful (also comical, I'm sure), but if that were truly the case.... then why am I in such a great mood as I type this? Why would it be possible for me to have had a GREAT weekend... a memorably fun weekend? My heart swells with joy as I reminisce. We had such a good time, laughed more hours than not, so enjoyed the historic Marrietta Square, met wonderfully interesting people, and became life long fans of Johnnie MacCrackern's.
Here's my point: this artist is having a great journey. As cliche' as it may sound...life is good. If success where measured by happiness...... I'd be a millionaire.
"Deep thoughts by Lauren" would be boring without pictures, so here are a few highlights:
