After the festivities of the day, we decided to head to a Memphis Redbirds game, yet another hidden gem of our fair City. The game was a blast. I honestly can't tell you who won, but I know the seats were cheap, we had a wonderful time, and the BBQ nachos were fantastic as usual.
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After most of the home games, a local band will play as people leave the stadium. Friday night, the Memphis Rascals regaled us with covers of Michael Jackson's Beat It, Lynard Skynard's Sweet Home Alabama (a family favorite), and other throwbacks as well as their own original tunes.
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The funny thing is, most of the covers they played were songs that came out before they were born. The kids in this band could not be older than 16. I give them 16 because someone had to drive downtown to the stadium. The drummer had braces for goodness sakes! The kids totally rocked though. Little Clover had an awesome watching the band and dancing, and I enjoyed watching little Hawaiian shirt dude shirt rock out as well.
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From 2009 Finished Objects |
In the midst of all the activities, I did finish a Lush and Lacy sweater (sans buttons). I do plan on getting a set of buttons for the sweater, but I do love it very much. One of the best things about this sweater is that it took 16 days for me to knit it. Granted, I had about 3 inches of it started before I picked it up again, but seriously! 16 days, people! That is one seriously quick knit. I love the pockets, too.
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Yarn: Debbie Bliss Alpaca Silk (love it!)
Needles: Denise interchangeable size 10
Oh, I also took a weaving class. I'm not sure how I feel about weaving. I enjoyed the class immensely, but, I think my sewing skills should be developed more before I really get into weaving. I did have fun though.
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Finally, we spent the evening with poetry tonight. In honor of National Poetry Month, I asked Little Clover to read some Shel Silverstein poems out loud tonight. Not only did he read a couple of poems, but he read a lot of poems, with feeling. We were rolling with laughter and amusement! At one point, Italian turned to me and said, "All he needs is a beret and a cup of coffee." He was completely right. I've never experienced such performance art as I did tonight. My jock, athletic son definitely has an artist within him! I'll listen to him read poetry anytime.