"...there ain't no rust on the happiness bus..."

What a good weekend!  Josh and I hit the road and headed down to Austin on Saturday to see my old roomies and hear Mason Jennings play at The Parish.  We got to listen to good music, eat good food, and hang with some of my most favorite people.

As we were driving down, it reminded me of all the trips I made to and from Belton during college, and got me thinking about Rudy's future.  Actually, thinking about Rudy in college started last week when Josh and I watched "Enough Said," and at the end, when they take their daughter to the airport to drop her off at college, I started crying like a baby.  I blame it on hormones, but I was just thinking about how happy and sad I was to leave home and got to school, and how I'll be so happy and sad for Rudy, and I just lost it.  Josh got a big kick out of it.  I also cry when I think about Rudy's future Christmas trees, but that's another story.

Anyway, I was just thinking about how I hope he/she goes to school far enough away to make a "new home," but not so far away that he can't come home on the weekends whenever he wants.  It's always interesting to me how I can feel homesick for places that aren't really my home anymore, and I wouldn't really go back if I could, but how I just get that happy/sad, I guess nostalgic, feeling for different places.  Just driving through made me feel that way, and listening to Mason with my two old roomies definitely made me feel that way.  Hard to believe I was there doing the same thing 10 years ago, and cool that my old life and my new life fit together so well.

Here's a pic of Mason and I in 2003, and one from Saturday night.  I like to think we've both aged nicely.  In my defense, I was at ACL and it had rained on us all morning, but I have no excuses for my fat face...I'll blame it on all the pizza and mashed potato sandwiches I was eating at the time.