It isn’t often that cool musicians stop through my humble little hometown on their tours. We usually have to drive to Tampa or Orlando to catch a good concert, but last night a new-to-me singer and songwriter, Tyrone Wells
, played a private show for about 150 people at a popular pub downtown. My friends had tickets (thanks P&B!
) and honestly, I didn’t even know who was playing until I arrived. They told me his music was featured on last season of Grey’s Anatomy, which was good enough for me.
When Tyrone took the stage, I fell head-over-heels for his voice and his style. I recognized several of his songs, and downloaded two of his albums (Hold On
) on my iphone as he played his first set. Then he hit me with a yodel in one song and some beat boxing in another, and I was in love.
The whole night was pretty awesome… an intimate concert with good friends, great music, and pumpkin ale. But, it was a Sunday night (an evening I typically reserve for reruns of Bridezillas at Real Housewives of Atlanta on the couch) and I’m a 70-year-old woman trapped in a 26-year-old’s body. So even though I was home by 8:00pm, I was still a teensy bit rough around the edges this morning. I grabbed the easiest things I could find in my 30, and this neutral number was born.
The jumping photos weren’t taken until late this afternoon, long after I’d recovered from my wild, late night. I was trying to be cute like Jessica
, but 90% of the jumping shots were not
cute. Wonder what the guy on the bike was thinking…
P.S. Like my photo editing? I used Sydney
‘s Photoshop tutorial! Check it out here
Wearing: Route 66 tank (Kmart clearance, $2.99), LOFT sweater vest, AE cord jegging (if you order these, go a size down; they stretch out like crazy and fall off of your bum by the end of the day), INC denim jacket, Michelle D red flats