At this pace / We’re gonna get somewhere / If it’s good or bad, if it’s slow or fast / Life keeps moving on
– Ben Rector
I’m pretty excited to tell you all that last night, we got to see Ben Rector in concert! We discovered his music some time last year and chose one of his songs for our first dance (pause for all the “awwww”s), so it was pretty special to spend our last night in town with him, hence the crazy face I have below.
Waiting for Ben Rector at the Houston House of Blues
Ben puts on a great show and it was his birthday yesterday, so the concert was one big party. I didn’t care that 80% of the audience was under the age of 19, but I was starting to wonder if Justin Bieber would come out instead. Still, I really enjoyed dancing it out to his cover of Whitney Houston’s “I Wanna Dance with Somebody” (awesome choice for an encore). With our feet (and my lower back) sufficiently celebrated out, we slept on an air mattress in our empty living room last night, and awoke to a boatload of work to finish off before we headed out.
Ben jamming it out on stage wearing no socks.
First task of the day: sell Little Buddy. Little Buddy is (was) the very first car I owned myself, and saw me through several moves, tolerated many trips with the dogs, and even let me spill coffee on him a time or two. Little Buddy was a very reliable guy, but his check engine light had been on for the past couple of months due to a computer and transmission communication problem. By some miracle, the check engine light just so happened to disappear yesterday, and I attempted for the first time to go to Carmax. The wait for an appraisal was over an hour and a half, so we had to head out to get some other things done and leave the sale for today. Of course, in some crazy ironic twist of fate, just after J got out of the car when I dropped him off to pick up the rental car, the check engine light came back on. Sigh.
Me and Little Buddy just after the title transfer; J after cleaning out the Batmobile.
In any case, I was a little sad to see Little Buddy off, as he gave me so much space and great gas mileage even though he was a little guy and not the coolest looking thing on the block. I wish him all the best with his new owner. Also, J sold his car, the “Batmobile” as dubbed by me, a couple of days ago. He is ready for a change, I think, so not as sad to see it go.
With the cars disposed of and our rental in tow, we headed home and clean, clean, cleaned for a few hours before essentially giving up. Yes, I admit, a 2100 square foot townhome is too big a task for 2 people to clean floor to ceiling in 3 hours. We gave in to the real estate gods, knowing that our agent probably wouldn’t be satisfied with how well we cleaned it no matter how many hours we put in. So, after a final sweep and taking out the trash, we cut our losses and packed up our rental car. Wait, let’s clarify: J packed the rental car like a boss. Seriously, shout out to my husband for being AMAZING with visualizing physical space.
Our last view of the Lane.
The furkids hopped in, again confused about all the commotion, but glad to take yet another trip somewhere. A four hour drive later, with a pit stop to drop off the air mattress so kindly lent to us by our great friends Sean and Beth, we pulled into our Dallas hotel. Still a whole list of things to do in the morning: copy the dogs’ paperwork, deposit my car check (oops!) and make sure we’ve packed as much dog food in our checked bags as physically possible. Oh, and then weigh all the bags and load them back into the rental. Boy, I better get some rest!
They look just thrilled, don’t they? We are – well at least I am – a little anxious about parting with them tomorrow morning at the ticket counter, but hopefully they will continue to behave and travel well.
Well, it’s about that time. I better hit the hay for the huge day ahead. See you on the other side!