You may or may not know that I’m married to a musician.
Most people assume the wife of a musician lives a glamorous existence filled with sparkles and glitter, and freebies and backstage passes.
I’m here to tell you that is totally true.
Allow me to tell the tale of this past weekend to illustrate.
A-Rob was hired for a gig out of town, which meant he got a free hotel room, which meant a free vacation for us. We deposited our mini ninjas (aka kids) with the grandparents for the night to turn it into a true getaway.
At 4:00 pm on a Saturday, after four hours of driving, we arrived in the
thriving metropolis small, but quaint, mountain town of Pinetop, AZ.
First, we checked in at our free accommodations.
Then we drove up the road to A-Rob’s gig. Since it was a private party, I didn’t get to stay, so instead I took the car and hit the town for a hot night out.
I figured I’d take my cues from the locals, and go where they go on a Saturday night.
So I went to Walmart.
While there, I found a cute-ish cotton dress that happened to look pretty good over the cropped jeans I was already wearing. The dress-over-jeans look was in style in, what, 1998? But the dress was only $13, Penny Chic would be proud.
For dinner, I decided to employ an opposite theory, and went where all the locals were not, which was the only Thai restaurant in town.
My theory worked, because the food was really good! And since I was the only one there, I didn’t have to deal with those why-is-that-girl-sporting-the-dress-with-jeans-look-dining-alone-on-a-Saturday-night stares.
My next stop was to be a coffee shop that had wi-fi, but according to the waitress at the restaurant, there weren’t any in town.
Fortunately, where they lacked in coffee shops, they made up for in dollar stores, so I did that next.
Then I went back to my Super 8 motel and took a picture of my dress.
And then I watched HGTV.
At 10:00 I got back in the car and picked up A-Rob.
His night was equally exciting, thanks to a lady on the dance floor doing aggressive twirls while wearing a dress and no underwear.
After the gig, we made plans to meet up with A-Rob’s band mates at….the casino.
But the iPhone couldn’t find any casinos in town, so we called it a night.
Okay, so maybe my musician’s wife getaway wasn’t as glamorous as those of Kate Hudson, with all the musician husbands she’s had and what not.
But I wouldn’t change a thing.