Over the long weekend, we attended a party for our "old" traveling baseball team. (And by "old" I mean former. Nothin', no one, no how "old" in attendance.)
The boys were off doing teenage boy things, the little kids were riding around in a PowerWheels, and the adults? Well, let's just say "Mich Golden".
The ladies were all chatting away in the garage, when suddenly, I heard "Grease Lightening" playing. We're talkin', like, out of the blue, people. It's a catchy song, and I'm blond, so I just started tapping my foot along to the music and picturing that scene where Danny and crew are all dancing around "Grease Lightening", not paying any attention to where the music is actually coming from.
Out of the corner of my eye, I spot the Mr., pointing out toward the road. So, I got up out of my chair, and what do I see? Two gigantic horses, pulling a "wagon" full of inebriated adults who are jamming out to the "Grease" soundtrack!
Folks, this is something you just don't see everyday.
So, we hoot and holler and wave and laugh...and they hoot and holler and wave and laugh and...and...OMG...AND?!
And they pulled RIGHT INTO THE DRIVEWAY!!!
Hambone and Baby Girl were in the middle of the driveway on the PowerWheel when they started to pull in and you should've seen 'em take off!
The gigantic horses and their crew pulled up...we laughed and talked and found out they'd been at a parade not quite 10 miles away, and were headed to a bar...and still had 7 miles to go! The kids timidly petted the horses...the owner of the house kept saying "I hope they don't poop in my driveway!!"...and we all stood there, laughing and in awe that a wagon full of people being pulled by horses just pulled up to the door!
Sometimes, you have to search for blog material...and other times, it comes right to your front door.