Monday, April 14, 2008

This is how a rock star's weekend goes:

Friday Morning: Meet Trisha Yearwood.

Friday afternoon: Enter mountaintop resort. Hang out with the girls, drink good wine in the observatory, have a dance party on the porch, and fall asleep in the massage chair watching movies. (Try to not feel guilty about the fact that you passed out before you could give J directions. Wake up at 3:30am and realize she called you 3 times and feel like crap, but go back to sleep on the sleeping porch.)

Saturday Morning: Wake up and call J. Give her directions. Lay around and eat french toast until 3pm.

Saturday Night: Go visit friend who had surgery. Watch cheesy Drew Barrymore movie. Go back to The Resort and fall asleep in massage chair again.

Sunday Morning: Sleep until 10. Watch America's Next Top Model (Cycle 8 - does anyone else want to punch Natasha and Jael?) for SIX HOURS.

Sunday Night: Go to awards show rehearsal and act busy. Get irritated with hearing Carrie sing All American Girl for 45 minutes. Leave and have dinner with friend. Go back to rehearsal because you feel guilty for bailing. Realize Toby Keith is on stage and ask to go home. Return to resort and drink wine and eat cheese. Actually fall asleep in the incredible bed.

*Resort had no internet connection. Sorry I've been out of the blogosphere for a few days. :-)*

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