Gab

Now it's almost through October and I've still been horrible at this. I'm sorry, there really isn't much of an excuse. Except that I work all day, then go and workout and by the time I get home and settled, it's dinner at nine and then bed in an hour or so. Not much of a life, but I'm living.

Two of my old roommates from college are in town for a wedding this weekend, and we are going to get together sometime tomorrow. I am so excited to see them- one lives in St. Louis and one lives in Phoenix, so I don't get to see them often. I cherish the moments. It will be so great to catch up and be myself and gab (old school word, I know) and really tell them how I'm feeling. I don't get to do that, like practically at all. They know me, and I need to release all the thoughts I keep wrapped up inside. I am so thankful for this short time together, but it's going to leave me longing for more time and fellowship. I wish God would put someone in my life that I could talk to and get together with. In other words, a friend who actually lives by me. I'm missing that interaction, but I'm doing alright.

Here's a picture for you- Happy Fall!

Come On, Skinny Love

I saw Bon Iver last night. I'm not sure words can describe the atmosphere, when they first took the stage and Justin Vernon plucked the first few strings of "Flume" and then began singing in that beautiful falsetto... just amazing. His music just gets to me, fills me, enlightens me. I definitely teared up during "Skinny Love." His honest voice, emotion dripping from every word, and all the drums pounding and pounding to the melody combined to absolute perfection. This guy spent months isolated in a cabin in the Wisconsin woods and bled his heart into the music, and he was kind enough to share it with the world. I'm amazed I got to be a part of it last night, especially since that was his last concert for an indefinate amount of time (until a new cd comes out and the tour starts up again). He definitely got a home town welcome and a great send off until we meet again. It was one of those moments that reminded me why I love music so much, and I truly believe that music can make you feel so many extraordinary emotions. I didn't want the night to end, but they don't have that many songs so of course it had to. It was one of the moments frozen in time, and on the way home the venue replayed the show on one of the FM radio stations so we listened to it as we went west instead of east on the interstate (oops- we managed a quick turnaround :) ). "Skinny Love" came on as my brother and I got home, so I kept the car in idle and we sat in the glow of headlights while Justin and his gang poured out their longing fury through the speakers. It was pretty magical.