I can't remember when my love of Eddie Money started but I'm going to say it was somewhere around my 2nd grade year where I likely begged my mom to blare whatever his latest single at the time was entirely too loudly. Last year, my friends and I went and made sure to scoop up tickets when we found he was coming back into town.
|As seen from Euclid|
As my friend Kelly so poignantly says, "you can't NOT be happy when you are listening to gangster rap" and I think the same applies when listening to Eddie Money. You can't be sad. Ever.
For Lissa's hometown return from the windy city, I hosted my friends before the concert with a few bottles of wine, my favorite Trader Joe's pizzas and a bottle of champagne to toast her return.
The concert was exactly what we expected - an epic dance party with strangers complete with Bud Light 40 ounces for all. Although I will say we weren't expecting the animosity from a few people as we moved toward the stage - calm down ladies! No need to throw down at the concert!
|Group shot; Mel and Julie's dance moves|
|Eddie rocking out on stage; Kelly, Lissa and Mel; Eddie signed HIS shirt!; leather sandwich|
Easter is one of those holidays that isn't as big of a production with my family anymore as we normally have switched up a party at a family member's house for a decadent brunch somewhere downtown Cleveland.
Earlier in the month I get a text from my mom, "Easter at Aunt Renee's at 3 p.m. Dad is making lamb," and I couldn't have been happier with the change in holiday plans.
|kitchen prep; dining area; my mom and I in matching outfits (completely unplanned); my Dad, the chef|
It was a laid back afternoon of a delicious early dinner, reminiscing about past family Outer Banks vacations (involving broken ankles and hospital visits) and watching a little tournament action with the boys because I am sooooo winning my bracket.
Now....what prank to pull off on this April Fools' day......