Wow --what a great night! D1 came in from UF to surprise her sister, and last night we went to the Valentine's Day concert at Deering Estate.
D2 was out on a date, but she was there when Professor Steve, Mary, and Mike and Loni came over. We drank some champagne, and all were in a festive mood. We piled into Mike's new stretch, all options included, Black Ford Expedition, which easily fit the 7 of us and all our gear. "Is gas expensive, and are folks downsizing?" we asked. The huge SUV roared away in a manner that said "No freakin' way!"
The event was sold out, and probably 3000 people were on the great lawn. It was gorgeous out. We spread our blankets, and drank more champagne, along with the bottle of cabernet Steve and MAry brought. We ate Joanna's gourmet sandwiches, and raspberry tarts, and chocolate dipped strawberries. We laughed and enjoyed the company under the blanket of stars.
Brian and Michelle joined us. As I saw them approaching, pushing a stroller, I figured they had decided to bring their 10 month old along. Nope. Brian used the stroller to push his wine and food supply, realizing that people gave way when they thought he had a baby in tow.
The opening act was a girl named Petit, a country singer. Loni told us she was a junior at Palmetto High, and we were way impressed. The 17 year old had a terrific voice, and D1 knew some of the Dixie Chicks and Lonestar songs she played. Steve, a North Carolina native, remarked that at least my 3rd generation Yankee daughter got SOMETHING worthwhile out of her time in Gainesville.
The headliner was Nicole Henry, with a powerful, velvet voice. She sang great jazz, and a great old Blues song about preferiing to drink muddy water than put up with her man's fooling around.
The show ended about 11, and we headed for Mike's urban assault vehicle for the short drive home. If there was a better way to celebrate Valentine's Day, I don't know what it was.
Well, D1 left for Gainesville, with her friend Chelsea, a Laura Dern (at 20) lookalike, who came to Miami for a friend's mother's funeral.
Wifey's parents blew in an hour ago, with their usual subtlety (equal to a Category 4 hurricane) and I already notarized some documents for them while they barked simultaneously at Wifey.
I guess the cacaphony of loud, Yiddish accented English makes the smooth jazz sounds of last night that much sweeter.
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