So a dragking and a pianist walk into a bar...
Dear 27,
After January granted me 31 blissful days, February has had a tough act to follow.
So far, it has yet to disappoint. After a bigtime
Bulldog
win (and a
super fun trip
to the Twin Cities-- Thanks L&E for graciously hosting me at Casa de Barrett), I hurried back for "the best party of the year in Des Moines."* Lots of dancing, including a seriously well-choreographed "Proud Mary" tribute by the one and only Tone. It was a blast.
The adventures haven't ceased in February's week two. Jenni and I made
another
post-work trip to Iowa City for the love of music.
Fitz and the Tantrums
played a soulful, dancey, tambourine-seasoned set at the
Blue Moose Tap House.
(Iowa City people, this is what was formerly known as the
Q Bar
. And there are no long pool tables. There are now tall boys, a half a moose that's decorated with ladies undergarments and a stainless steel bathroom.) Fitz and the Tantrums boogied all over the stage in suits and put on one hell of a show.
Before hitting the old-Q-bar, we met some great people at the Atlas and had a whole world of fun with Emily and the man in Cedar Rapids Opera with the orange-and-blue-diamonded-socks. (Hi new friends!!) There were new Valentine ideas drawn on napkins, discussions on the merits of social media and the world's most delicious buffalo chicken burrito. Live Show #13 officially crossed off the list.
More to come in February...
xo-LP