BamaJam: Day 2
June 06, 2008
I need coffee.
It never seems to fail. When I have to go into the office on a typical work day, I could sleep till noon. (Well, if I had no kids I could sleep till noon.) But let a vacation or weekend come, albeit a working one of sorts, and I am up, sometimes as early as 5. What’s up with that??
The thing about camping is, each time you use your trailer, you learn a little more about it. There’s nothing like having the leaky gas detector siren going off at about 1 a.m. and 1:05 and 1:10. It was actually so pleasant last night the husband and I thought we could just cut off the generator, and the AC, and open the windows. I was fine, mind you. For a while anyway. There is that hormonal thing I mentioned yesterday. The husband was hot, hot.
Anyway, the husband got up and tinkered on something under the refrigerator, where some smart person thought all these controls needed to be—that’s UNDER the refrigerator!—and the problem was solved.
Then he spilt some gasoline this morning while refilling the trailer tank that feeds the generator and “Yee, yeee, yeeee!” all over again.
Where is that dang coffee?
When we got back to the campsite last night we had new neighbors. Kids in a tent. Haven’t met them yet and they are still asleep. It was pretty quiet last night ... oh, we could hear a little camping noise, and music from the saloon stage after Randy Owen finished up around 11:20ish ... but really, it was pretty quiet.
Sure, there are rowdies here but there are plenty of grandmas too. There are kids of all ages and folks are nice, nice, nice. Vendors, staff, security, everybody. Ronnie Gilley has put on a quality show. And I think that events guy from Nashville, Ted Hacker, knows his stuff!
Evidently, I do need to clarify a comment from my last blog. It is the GUYS with their shirts off who would be better off with them ON! Some, not all.
As Max the photographer said yesterday: “I know I don’t need to take my shirt off. Why don’t they?”
And how do you spell D-O-N’-T C-A-R-E!
When you come out today, another reminder: There will be walking involved. You can take the tram from the parking or camping to the festival grounds, but you could get tired of waiting and wanna take off on foot. DO NOT WEAR SANDALS, LADIES! I took off yesterday, just forgot to change my shoes, and when I got back my feet were black dirty! I remembered to change to sneakers for last night’s show.
I will come back in a bit and tell ya about Randy Owens. In a word: FABULOUS!!
Now where’s that coffee?
Wasn’t there a country song something like “love grows best in little spaces?” Well, this camper is really small and the husband is looking for another “very valid reason” to make a trip into Enterprise.
Cya
