Michael Jackson weekend recap

I am happy to report that I had a positively delightful weekend, which I was more than relieved to have after the nightmare that was my panic attack-filled weekend last week. I spent a night away from Clayton (which may have been why my weekend was so great!? BAZINGA! Just kidding. I missed his scruffy face terribly.), but I had a much needed, long overdue “Girls Night Out” with my two favorite ladies—my mom and my big sister, Ashley.
Some weekend highlights:
Friday night Clayton took over someone’s night shift at his second job which basically meant he sat at an office and monitored the phones while he watched Netflix movies on the computer.  Not wanting him to be alone on Friday night, I opted to hang out in the office with him and spent my evening doodling on post-it notes and napping under his desk (literally. I was exhausted).

After work we came home and watched a documentary about diving missions that explored the Titanic, and in hindsight that probably wasn’t the best idea because I’m terrified of large ships (particularly the Titanic. I have no idea why, but I dream about it and its large propellers on a pretty regular basis and the fact that this giant ship is laying in complete darkness miles below the ocean’s surface seriously makes me lose sleep. I have a hard time swimming in the ocean because I don’t like putting my toes in the same water that harbors that rusted, creepy monstrosity. Issues? Me? No way.). Every time the camera panned to an image of the front of the ship, slowly casting light on the giant beast that was the hull of the Titanic, I started flapping my hands and mumbling, “Oh gosh! Oh gosh! Oh gosh!”
Saturday morning I woke up before the sun (and when I say I woke up before the sun I mean I got up at 10:00 a.m.), and laced up my sneakers to tackle my 7-miler before I headed up north to spend the evening with my mom and sister.  But it was freezing outside, so I ended up cranking out my long run on the treadmill, sobbing in tandem with my strides as I watched a Sex and the City marathon and wished I still had girlfriends like Carrie, Charlotte, Miranda and Samantha.
During my run, Clayton left to meet a friend for lunch and video games and other manly stuff (which I'm pretty sure includes lots of burping, scratching and comparing of chest hairs).  Left to my own devices, I finished my work out and spent at least an hour and half getting gussied up for a night on the town in Indy. I applied my favorite new Bare Minerals eye makeup with careful precision and spent no less than a half hour curling my hair into perfect loose waves. Then I hairsrpayed the bejezus out of my head, kissed Joey goodbye, grabbed some wine and cheese for our aptly named “Wine and Cheese Party”, and jumped in my car.
After meeting my mom and sister at my mom’ s house, the three of us girls drove into downtown Indy and made the mistake of parking at the mall’s parking garage. We just happened to stroll through the best part of Circle Centre Mall on our way to P.F. Changs, so we pretty much had to stop at H&M. And I pretty much had to buy my new favorite shirt.
It has birds on it! I saw it on the hanger and it was so perfectly quirky and adorable, I had to make it mine. Totally out of character for me to buy a chiffon tank top with animals of the aviation variety printed all over it, but I’ll be darned if it wasn’t the cutest thing I had ever seen.  I have a cobalt blue cardigan to pair with it that’s going to make this my new favorite spring/summer outfit.  
I also purchased a navy blue, short-sleeved shirt with white polka dots and a sweet frilly bottom that looks like something Audrey Hepburn would wear if she were alive today. My mom and I practically shrieked with glee when we came up with the ingenious idea of pairing said shirt with cherry red jewelry.
These two pieces of clothing are the girliest things I’ve purchased since my wedding dress and I’m actually really excited about that. I’m a jeans and tshirt girl through and through, but one of the best parts of being a woman is that I can change my style of dress whenever the mood strikes. These will definitely be my “go to” pieces when I’m feeling a little more feminine.
P.F. Chang’s did not disappoint. However, when I was asked the waiter to kindly bring me a glass of their cheapest pinot noir (Classy, yes?), he brought me a glass of wine that I later discovered was $11! When I got my bill, my mouth was agape at the realization that my drink cost more than my entire dinner. Don’t get me wrong, the wine was delicious, but $11!? That was their cheapest wine? When I excused myself to the restroom, I almost started weeping as I literally flushed $11 down the toilet.
Live and learn … and I always get the price list first.
"Check out this lady right here!"
After dinner we walked a few blocks to Conseco Field House, or whatever it’s called now, and found our seats for Michael Jackson: The Immortal World Tour by Cirque du Soleil. I have to admit, I was kind of on the fence about the show simply because the only frame of reference I had for Cirque du Soleil is what I’ve seen on TV and movies, and it looks WEIRD ...and like you need to be on at least two or more different hallucinates to fully appreciate it. I was afraid the concert was just going to be one large freak show set to the soundtrack of old Michael Jackson songs, but boy! Was I wrong!
Sisters, yes?

Ashley and I were practically hoarse by the time the show was over and I may have cried a few times, but only out of sheer happiness and appreciation for what I was unfolding right before my eyes.  Yes, there were definitely theatrical elements like performers flying through the air on wires and contortionists who were so flexible they could pick their own wedgies with their teeth, but it was mostly just incredible, incredible dancing and lighting effects. The three of us were in awe for the entire show and were legitimately bummed out when it was over (not to mention I got incredibly upset and sad that Michael Jackson is dead. I kept telling my mom that the show was a giant conspiracy and he was going to show up at the end like, “Just kidding! I’m not dead! And I waited 2 years to show up in Indianapolis of all places to reveal myself!”) We started the long trek back to the parking garage blaring “P.Y.T. (Pretty Young Thing)” on my mom’s iPhone and dancing at random passerby (and it was AGGRESSIVE dancing).
Here’s a video of some of the performer’s from the show on Dancing with the Stars:

Once we finally got home, the three of danced out our excess energy with Just Dance 3 on my mom’s wii.  Gasping for breath between songs, Ashley and I lamented about how we wished we were professional dancers or at least had some semblance of performance ability. But I supposed Just Dance 3 is as close to stardom as we'll ever get.
Then I totally passed out and had weird dreams about Michael Jackson and the Titanic all night.
Sunday afternoon I drove back home to my love and we spent the afternoon napping and cuddling. He made us beer chicken in the crockpot and we ended our weekend watching the Oscars and reruns of TLC’s “My 600-Pound Life” (if there’s one thing I like, it’s a good weight-loss story).
We stayed up way too late and I’m paying the consequences today, but I fell asleep content and happy.
I was totally going to rock my bird shirt (which by the way, every time I put it on I start singing “Bird is the Word” and doing my interpretation of how I think a bird would dance—awkward and wing-y), but I overslept and barely had enough time to blast my head with some dry shampoo before I rushed out the door.
What are you looking forward to this week?


  1. Such a great weekend! I am glad we did it! I love you used the photos I took of us! I want to see the few you took too!

  2. I saw Cirque's Beatles show in Vegas a few years ago. I was on the edge of my seat the entire time. I'm SO glad you enjoyed your show!


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