By the time slow-poke Friday knocks on our door, Tom and I are usually worn out from entertaining the other demanding, high-maintenance days of the week; we can muster enough energy to snuggle downstairs watching a movie, but that's about it. We don't have enough brain left to make plans (besides, we're procrastinators, remember?)
Thank goodness for our friends who do make plans and invite us to join them. That's how we came to be at Steiner Ranch Steakhouse last night, sitting on a hill overlooking Lake Travis at sunset, relishing the breeze that took the bite out of the Texas sunshine, sipping Pinot Grigio and a Shiner Bock, respectively, catching up with great friends, listening (and dancing) to Drew Womack singing cover songs and originals in his not-quite-country beautiful voice.
Isn't there a saying about not recognizing the treasure or beauty that's closest to you? If there's not, there should be. I've been hearing people in our little town talk about Drew for years (he lives here)... about what a great singer-songwriter he is, how talented, how he'd won awards in Nashville.
I'd never heard of him, and Tom and I never bothered to go see him, although I did end up on a committee with him, briefly. He seemed like a sweet guy. It was only by accident that I found out everything we'd heard about his musical talents was true - he played at Steiner Ranch Steakhouse after my friend Darla's wedding. It had already been a long day, so Tom and I only lingered for a couple of songs, but I left reluctantly. Drew's music goes hand-in-hand with sitting up on that hill above the lake, watching the sunset.
I admit we didn't go to Steiner Ranch last night to see him, though - we didn't even realize he would be playing there when we planned it. It had just been too long since we'd gotten together with these friends, including the newlyweds, Darla and Roy (see the link to their wedding above.)
Discovering Drew was playing just tipped the night's rating from "great" to "perfect". Tom and I were the last ones in our group to leave - we don't get out much, but when we do, we don't want it to end.
Scenes from the perfect Texas night... the girls, our table, Drew and the lake, sunset, night scene by Tom, Drew's teen groupies...