I wore makeup - A picture story

I wore makeup yesterday. (And yes, the same sweater I wear all the time. I wore that too.)


(I asked google if makeup should be makeup or make-up or make up and google said, all of the above.) (All of the above makes me feel itchy. Any of them will be fine? Huh, I don't know. I like one right answer...I'm working on that.)

Ryan and I brought our beautiful boys-with streaks of makeup on their faces-to my Mom, and then we kissed them on their soft cheeks, goodbye we said, and then we drove to Minneapolis to see Ryan's brother perform at the Walker Art Center. You see, Ryan's exceptionally talented musician brother, Dave was being honored at a two day event...


The concert was a wordless kind of amazing.
(I would have taken pictures, but I was all worried that it was against the rules and that's another thing that makes me itchy, breaking the rules.)

I did take a picture in the lobby, of an artistic shell with Ryan and his Mom reflected in the background.


Dave is a part of about eleventy-seven bands. His gift reaches across genres and shakes drumming hands with excellence in whatever he touches. He's a creative soul of the genius variety, and I'm not just saying that because he's my husband's brother. (Although that helps.)

Other people say this stuff too: "One evening is not sufficient to showcase the varied talents, consummate showmanship, and genre-defying innovations of Dave King, one of the most prolific jazz/rock percussionists of his generation." - Walker Art Center

We sat and listened and ate candy and elbowed each other and looked at each other with awe over the songs. Then we sometimes laughed at Dave's jokes and switched positions in our seats to stay comfortable. You have to be comfortable when you hear one of Dave's bands play because you surely don't want to focus on anything but the transcending sounds.

The show finished and we were proud of Dave and filled up with tired and goodness. Then we drove through thick fog and belted out the lyrics to Sister Christian on the 80's station. It was very late and when we drove in the driveway I said, I love the bed five times fast. So Ryan laughed and then we slept.

This morning I woke up and thought, that was so good and then I thought, I love home and the people in it.

And then today I did not wear makeup. Or make-up. Or make up.

The End.