If you don't run, you rust.

This weekend was eventful.

Friday: Tom Petty concert in Atlanta [AMAZING! TOM PETTY was FANTASTIC, and so was MIKE CAMPBELL, and the sudden appearance of STEVIE NICKS was fun, and Tom Petty's maraca dance was PETTYRIFFIC, and MIKE is SO the GOD OF GUITAR [sorry, Eric Clapton--if your concert in October is anywhere near as fantastic, you might get the job back], and wow.]

Saturday: GREEK FESTIVAL. After getting back from PETTY DAY at three in the morning [yay for the wandering around looking for the parking lot in the dark near a scary TENT REVIVAL compound], slept until afternoon, then went to the Greek Festival with MK. IT WAS FANTASTIC. Good food, good times-- we tried to dance, but the song was fast, and the dance was complicated. Mmmm, communion wine.

Sunday: Drive back from MK's house. Ceramics. Dinner. Ceramics. Movie. Gut-wrenching laughter for two hours straight because we are five.

Now my head hurts and my body hurts and I kind of just want to curl up and die.

BEST. WEEKEND. EVER!!!!