We almost had dinner with Martina McBride this week. ALMOST. Her tour buses stopped in town on Wednesday and my boss said we were apparently invited to have a dinner with her and these friends of ours who know her.
I wasn't completely sold on the idea because I had a great dinner planned at home with my son and my sweetheart--and I didn't really know who Martina McBride was. Still don't. I know her name and that's about it. I only listen to country when someone makes me!
So, when it came down to dinner time, I opted to stay home and so did my boss. I made a fabulous supper with Omaha Steaks, asparagus bombs (email me and I'll give you the recipe it's DELIGHTFUL) and some other wonderful things. And we watched Premonition--Brandy--look at my comments on your Premonition blog entry.
We haven't had much time at home lately and home just seemed way better than getting dressed up to impress a country singer who I don't know.
This weekend is another Regatta, not as glamorous as some of the others because it's entirely on the beach and there's no fancy banquet. FINE! I will tie my hair back, put on the cowboy hat, and spool it up.
