My fren' Jen

So it isn't very often that I get to spend time with one of my nearest and dearest friends- Jennifer J.-M.  Jen and I have known each other roughly 9 years now. I know that because she was at my wedding 8 years ago on 8/30/11, and she has known me as both "Mommy Dearest", but also "Stone Cold Lush". 

Jen was in town recently for a much anticated Montana vacation. I booked in advance and secured myself a kid-free, spouse-free evening of sitting with my friend, picking amazing juke box music and searching for the name of the South American women that wear bowler hats on my wicked awesome smart phone.

Before we knew it, it was after 9pm and the air was ripe with desire.  Desire... for karaoke.  We headed to the Play Inn, where you don't even need a book of songs to peruse when you know what the eff you'e doing.  We both selected two songs. In no particular order:

Mary Rose - Midnight Special
Jen - Renegade
Mary Rose - Ballroom Blitz
Jen - Fancy

I can say- truthfully and honestly, that I had no idea that Jen had the PIPES that she does. This is the girl that I could barely get to sing backup on "Night Moves" 7 years ago but now she's belting out Reba like she had actually pimped out her own girl child. 

After a night of frolic we came back to Casa Swan and sat by ourselves by the firepit and watched lightning and clouds and the full, full moon as it lit up the night-time sky.

Jen, I can't wait to come see you again, hopefully in the near future, but even if the earliest I get to see you is Christmas I look forward to the

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precious few minutes I get to spend, giggling and chortling with you.

As a testament to how much effort I'd put in to writing a blog just for Jen, I did this entire blog entry on my smart phone after 3 having beers at a baby shower.

Love,
MR

We kick karaoke ass



Fear and loathing in the Play Inn

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