I can feel it in my bones….

I miss the south. I need a good, honest to god real life vacation.
I don't honestly know the last time I had one. At all.
Sidebar: what even made me wanna write this: I can hear my neighbors playing bean bag toss right below my window. They are a young-ish boyfriend/girlfriend couple who now live in what was once a good friend of mine's place. They are not want to be very friendly, which confuses me, and also reminds me of how I miss the south. They are in no way southerners, as this would not in fact occur if they were.
When my ex lived here with me, we invited everyone over for any sort of social gathering that involved more than the 2 of us. There must be at least 30 people over at their place, and they're mostly collected in the driveway.
I may sound like a hostile, crotchety ole neighbor, but this is simply an example of weird human behavior I've been witnessing first hand quite often this past week in particular.

Another sidebar: 3 of my favorite bands are all playing at Atlanta Midtown Music Festival. Best present ever--putting this out to the universe--would be 2 VIP tickets to the event. Better yet, me being able to buy a group of my friends I grew up with--who I share this history/love of these bands with--to be able to get a couple of them the tickets as well. It's happening in September…and I can't wait.
Ya only have this one life and my how it passes so fast.
Jennifer