Easter weekend

I feel like I did a lot of stuff this weekend. And went a lot of places. I'm kind of tired. So, here's my weekend in a kind-of jumbled photo essay. Enjoy.
This is me just before going to Toad on Saturday night. I didn't wear a bunch of make-up because I knew that the music would MELT MY FACE and melted make-up is gross.

This is the beautiful A (along with her sassy finger puppet, Rosie Perez) and M, the bassist. He doesn't usually look this serious.

Here's M and J who bring tons of love and light wherever they go because they make everyone feel so welcome. It's a gift.
The Ryan Montbleau trio. OH. They're good. Really good. As expected, my poor face was melted.

Dear friends M and R. This makes them look subdued, but that IS NOT TRUE. M is a booze-enabler extraordinaire and R is a rock star.

Here I* am kissing J on the head because she is just SO AWESOME! You can tell that she really loves it, too!

Here's the sexiest man alive on Easter Sunday going surfing in 40-degree water. Luckily he only stayed in for about an hour and a half. Otherwise his bits may have frozen!

I, being much more sensible, opted to stay on shore and battle the wild life. AHHHH! The slimy sea-plant-monster is eating my foot! AHHH!

*That's right: CLEAVAGE. It's ok; I'm a big girl.


So, that was my weekend. Pretty good, folks...