Last night Hubby and I went to the Oasis show. And even though it was extremely hot we had a great time. One of our first dates was an Oasis show at a little club in Dallas, so we like to see them whenever they are in town. This one was quite different because they were playing a much bigger venue, but like I said to the hubby when it was over "that was F-U-N!"

Tonight we are going back to Dallas to the same place to see Coldplay. The show is sold out so it's going to be packed. I'm pretty excited about it. And hopefully we won't have some jackass pull out in front us like last night. We almost got into a car accident, but thanks to hubby's excellent driving skills we didn't hit him. If I were driving, I'm sure my car would be toast right now.

Last night I was looking at all of the hotels on the way and I couldn't believe how full all of the parking lots were. There are special signs lit up on the highways with a telephone number for all of the people who are fleeing Rita to find a room. I've heard most people have to go to Oklahoma now. Texas is full! On our way home last night, all of the gas stations were busy, at midnight. It's crazy.

Then I wake up this morning and hear about the bus explosion. That was really sad. When I saw the picture my eyes just immediately flooded with tears.

Is it just me? Or does anyone else feel guilty about going out and having fun when there is so much crap going on. I know there isn't much I can do...but that's just the way I feel.