thanks ya'll!

I'm not going to get into all of the bloody details just yet, but for the two people out there in the world who don't already know, Todd got hurt pretty bad Tuesday night playing softball. I feel sort of bad saying this since it didn't happen to me, but it was honestly one of the most terrifying moments of my life. I finally understand the feeling behind when my dad always says, "I hurt when you hurt" whenever I've been really sick.

A couple days, a broken nose, a gallon of blood, a broken bone-under-the-eye, and a temporarily blind left eye later, Todd is recovering nicely. He's on strict bedrest though, so he's been able to blog it up over at crasymaker.com. Check that out for the full story and plenty of pretty pictures.

I mostly just want to say THANK YOU over and over to everyone! You all have been so kind and generous. And I'll never stop saying thanks to Eric and Laura. For real, ya'll are amazing.

caravans & cauldron

Thursday night, Cathy and The Fiances (the name of our do-whop group, if we ever decide to have one) drove over to Little Rock for a night of big rock. American Princes had their CD release show and The Good Fear opened, so us girls decided to follow 'em down. After missing two out of the two interstate exits that we had to take to find the show AND dodging a cracked out guy who persisted that he "was not a robber," we ladies got there just in time for tequila shots and the begining of the show.





Taken!


The (Damn) Good Fear






American Princes















After the show we walked over to this old abandoned house, well, frame of a house. Brian and Tim jumped the fence and explored, while the rest of us just stood back and snapped grainy pictures in the dark. After a 1:30 am trip to Taco Bell, our four-car caravan ended up at a pricey Holiday Inn where with a sink full of Busch Light, things got a little crazy (especially with Cathy's hair straightener).









All the dudes got their hair did & proceeded to take "MySpace band photos"










Bathroom Party


Shoe Shining






Bongos






The next day we found every kind of food we could imagine at some sort of indoor market downtown. After a nice little picnic by the river, we hunted down a record store, a witch boutique (?), and finally the city's art museum. By the time we were fully recovered from the night before, we were on our way back to the 'Ville.















Picasso