Can't one of your friends go with you?

Another weekend. Another fun-filled adventure with my girls. Terri had purchased a couple of tickets to the Dave Matthews Labor Day extravaganza at the Gorge, and finally, the weekend had arrived. 

Let me just state for the record that I admire Dave Matthews' musicianship immensely. He's a fantastic entertainer. He commands massive crowds, and I wholeheartedly concur with his political views. That said, I can't, repeat, cannot, stand him. I despise his voice, his songs, and his noodling ways. If I had two desert island CDs to listen to for the rest of my days, and one was Dave and the other Barry Manilow, well, let's just say I'd be simpatico with the guy who wrote the songs that made the whole world sing.

My daughters share my views regarding Dave, and therefore, Terri was on her own to find a partner to bear witness to a guy who sounds like he mainlines helium when he sings. She chose her friend, Becky, who lives in Richland, Washington. So, on Friday, Terri, the girls and I mini-vanned out to Becky's and stayed two nights with her husband, Pete, and their three kids, while Terri and Becky trekked to George, Washington to watch the dental drill who plays guitar.

During our trip out there, I learned some new information about my family:

1) Lauryn knows how to drive really well, and if I would listen to her, I wouldn't suck at driving.

2) Zoe likes to ask rhetorical questions. Well, actually, she likes to ask questions, and then put on her headphones.

3) Terri can spot brake lights as far ahead as Boise.

4) Just because I'm using cruise control, doesn't mean I can climb to the back and make you guys a sandwich.

My daughters and I had a lot of fun back in Richland, and since her concert experience, Terri loves Dave Matthews now more than ever. Apparently, the rain poured down in sheets up until the moment he took the stage, and then sunshine and rainbows enveloped the picturesque surroundings. Terri thinks that was a sign that God loves Dave; I simply pointed out to her a line item on her ticket stub: an $8.95 Ticketmaster fee for weather adjustments.