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Saturday night we got to bed about 1:30 AM. It was well worth it, but Sunday night we ended up getting to bed about 2:30 AM. It was worth it, too, but in a completely different way. But, Sunday morning Jon and I got to sleep in until 9:00, which made up for the late night. Monday morning comes around and I was reminded why people with school age children don’t do the whole late night thing often. Yes, Trinity was with her father this weekend, but Jon and I still had to be up and coherent enough to get her off to school after my ex dropped her off. Which meant we got about 3 and a half hours of sleep.

We were so tired it felt like a full body hangover this morning. It was self-punishing behavior, crap. But we got to see S. J. Tucker sing again, and that was certainly worth it. We also got to see her sweetie K spin fire . I’d seen videos, but never seen it done in person. Wow.

There were some technical difficulties that led to the late hour. We were on an open air terrace by a lake, and it was chilly last night. Jon and I really regretted not bringing jackets. Darla, wisely, had brought one. Charles, wisely, had brought one. Though he was driving a motorcycle, and needed that leather jacket. He was driving his wife’s brand new Harley. Very cool. He brought it to show off her new toy, and what a pretty toy it is. But Jon and I, unwisely, were wearing just t-shirts. Jon and Charles both wore their Utility Kilts, and looked smashing. I did jeans. I tried a dress, but it ended up not feeling like me, so I changed. We got quite chilled, before the evening was over, as in I was huddling with people for body warmth. I kept thinking of those pictures from the far north where the penguins huddle in groups and switch whose on the outside and inside so no one freezes to death. Yeah, I was cold. After Charles got done helping be safety person for the fire spinning he gave me his jacket to were. I tried the whole, "But you’re cold, too." He said, "Put it on." He’s earned the right to be on the very, very short list of people I’ll let be dictatorial to me.

Wait, I got distracted, I was talking about technical difficulties. Smoke was one, and not the fire spinning. They lit fires to help with the cold, but whoever did it, either had green wood, wet wood, or just wasn’t boy scout enough to do it, because the fire pits smoked like crazy. It was so bad that S.J. had to stop singing and go to a different place outside. Our eyes were stinging, and it was just horrible. The only plus was that we got to visit with her in the parking lot while we waited to be able to breath. They finally found some electric fans to help direct the smoke away from her area. She bravely came back on and finished her gig. She’s a trooper.

Jon and I proved that you can sort of do a tango in about a two foot square space. An awkward tango, but it was worth the effort for that smile on his face. We mostly danced in place, or swayed to the music. The kilts made the dancing interesting. I’m not used to seeing a man’s knees when I’m dancing with him, or near him. I like it.

By the time the fire spinning came on, I was chilled enough to be shivering. I huddled between Jon and Darla, but I was determined to see the show. The fire whirling in K’s expert hands, with the black lake behind him, and the round, white moon above him, was a fabulous setting. We got some pictures and will try to put them up later, but if you want a blog today, then you must wait for pictures. Jester, who I had not met, did fire eating. A one point he and K did a duet of it, spitting out a spray of dark liquid and fire.

This was actually someone’s wedding. Emily and Phil. They wanted to have S.J. at their wedding, after all the wedding part was over, and open it up to invited fans. We felt a little awkward, not knowing Emily or her family, but I was assured that it was cool, and she wanted S.J. to have an audience. We felt very honored to be able to share the bride and groom’s special day. Also, how cool to have S. J. Tucker sing at your wedding, with fire! Now that’s a wedding.