Sleeping Bag Hog

Saturday evening, after getting home at 10:00pm from wine club (it was Malbec night) I decided I wanted to sleep out under the stars in the backyard. It had reached 104 degrees that day and it felt really nice out there. Ok, maybe I was a little tipsy. *burp*


So I put out a tarp, got out the sleeping bags and pillows and DG and I fell asleep staring at the night sky. Going to bed, I was totally comfortable and ready to sac out. About every 5 minutes into our rest, the dogs would bark each time they heard a noise in the alley. Then I sat up talking in my sleep, repeating over and over again to DG, "Where is David? Where is he? Where is David?" He usually doesn't respond to me in my sleep which is a pretty good rule, but this night he responded, "He's right here" in a dead pan tone. I woke up around 2:00 am to see the moon had risen and was acting as a night light. Around 3:00 I heard DG say the words "I Xeroxed my ass" which he had been saying all the previous day in reference to a SNL skit where Jimmy Falon was using a David Grey song to talk about his work Christmas party. Then finally at 5:30 we were woken up by the birds chirping and eating out of the feeders. I looked above us at an electric line, to see one bird in particular chatting away directly above us. Needless to say, DGs sleeping bag took a hit, but not our faces.



Mister Gibson totally hogged my sleeping bag all night, but since it's in a mummy shape he was hard pressed to find room in there by my feet. But he sure is a good heater. It was great fun, but the sleepover ended when I got up at 6:30 and went to pick up Erica to run the stairs at Red Rocks. Weeee. ::oy my aching calves::