Since the birth of my third son last August, I have been exhausted. Sleep deprivation has a way of stripping the life from you and leaving you to forget the capable person you once were. Motivation has been a scarcity in these parts for quite some time. Hence, I have morphed into quite the recluse, emerging only for groceries at the corner store in my pajamas. The downward spiral of no sleep and isolation can only go on so long, however, before you realize that you MUST GET OUT.
Luckily, I have had an event called the Vintage Spring Sorbet booked on my performing calendar for over a year. It rolled around last weekend and turned out to be just what the doctor ordered: A weekend of sunshine, visual delights, culinary indulgences, conversations with women and all against the setting of California's serene Central Valley. Behold, a little Instagram Essay of my adventures:
|Drove through miles of nut farms and vineyards to Catheys Valley (population 300).|
|Basked in the warm glow of Teresa Andersen, creative mastermind behind the Vintage Spring Sorbet. What a lovely, gracious woman she is.|
|Griffin Beau Gledhill also attended, naturally.|
|Spencer Harrison flew in from Washington DC to play guitar for me. If ever there was a good sport, it would be Spencer. He was a big hit with the ladies.|
|See what I mean?|
|The props, décor and vendors' wares were enchanting.|
|One word to describe my heart at the end of the day? |
A million thanks to all the beautiful women whom I had the pleasure of rubbing shoulders with.