holy smokes with a cherry on top, i can now die a happy woman.

friday was the arcade fire concert, a band that has been lingering high on my must-see concert list for quite some time. they were certainly well worth the wait-a 90 minute show jam packed with songs from their AWESOME new cd mixed with a good dose of crowd pleasers. i think i may have peed my pants when the always favorite wake up came on and the entire audience sang along. their cd quality show certainly delivered on the classics, the semi awkward dancing, crazy antics (crowd surfing...from a hipster?!), and inspiring friend envy (i NEED to be the lead female vocal's bffl)

saturday morning i was up early for my grand adventure to williamsburg with erin, the ONLY one of my friends who matches my extreme (-ly obsessive) love for historical reenactments. Guidebook and maps in tow, we drove 4 hours south into the depths of virginia to check out colonial williamsburg (referred to as "CW" by locals, so naturally, we used the abbreviation all day). the early 18th century town was preserved to historical accuracy, providing ENDLESS hours of entertainment to visitors like me, crawling with reenactors dressed the part. for a jane austen fiend like myself, a visit to CW is pretty much up there with achieving nirvana. while they fell short of speaking in a british accents, they did keep in character and refer to visitors as "we" and "kind folk." LOVE IT. By mid afternoon, we had visited every last milliner, coffee shop, government building and garden in town. after a traditional meal of meat 'pye' and locally brewed ale, we scoped out MORE food to sniff out where to buy sweet potato muffins (per a coworkers recommendation. and fyi DELICIOUS). i think i may have to reconsider my grad school plans, move into one of the restored private homes in CW and become a full fledged historical reenactor.

once we had soaked up about all the history there was left in that town, we hit the road again for another major life milestone-a visit to cracker barrel. having passed the restaurant on many a road trip and scoffed at the ridiculous name, it had become somewhat of a mission in life to go there. after a long day of southern history, it was only fitting to jump several centuries forward in time and end our adventure at the classicaly southern restaurant. after a few minutes in the rocking chairs outside waiting to be called (YES there was a WAIT for cracker barrel), we were seated and set ourselves to the task of picking our artery clogging meals out of the hundreds of options. i opted for one of their 'specialties', country ham and biscuits. definitely southern cooking. i literally had to force myself to finish the last few bites, my belt buckle was straining a bit.

i'm practically southern now y'all

Pics to come!