Our Adventure called Life

We finished loading up our truck and enjoyed what would be our last shower for the next four days. It was roughly 9pm as we headed south, anxious to arrive at the plot of land that would become our home over the long weekend. As thunder roared overhead and the sky opened up, we held our breath hoping the gates to Bonnaroo would be open and we could get set up that night. Sure they said not to show up until Thursday morning, “…or you will be turned away at the gate…” but I learned with my dad years ago, if you get there late enough in the night, they will let you in. As we approached our exit off the interstate, we were mildly disheartened to see cop cars blocking the ramp and signs instructing us to go to the next ramp. We could see cars backed up in the northbound lane for a good 3-5 miles. They sat there with their lights off, not moving. We knew we didn’t want to get in that mess. As we approached an open off ramp, we asked a cop if he could tell us how to get into the festival...

Many years ago, probably back in the day when my sister thought I’d never settle down and marry, she promised to take me to Vegas before I said “I Do,” for a girl’s getaway. As the wedding date got closer, Rhea realized the wedding was really going to happen and the promise she made all those years ago needed to be fulfilled. She set a date, bought plane tickets, and booked a room at the Bellagio. Mom, Rhea and I started making plans of fun things to do in “Sin City.” We excitedly packed our bags the night before. Sparkly shirts, high heels, and party dresses filled our suitcase. Funny how getting up at 4:30am to fly to Vegas is easier than getting up at 7am to go to work. With iced coffee in hand, we boarded our plane. Dad later admitted to mom that he wished he would have been invited. While I love traveling with my poppa and he’s usually invited to every event I attend, sometimes a girl just needs some “girl time.” This was one of those time!! The flight over the Grand Ca...