I was so glad to see the Warriors win last night but in a weird sort of way I miss the games!  I secretly hoped they would lose last night so the series would go on, but I fear I might have been bludgeoned to death by the crowd last night.  What a strangely fun night last night.  The group we called the “Tribe” converged on a park in a small town called Concord.  Now if you’re from the South you say Con…cor…d but if you’re from California you say Concord really fast and only one syllable, almost like Concurd.  Either way we all managed to make it there by different forms of transportation.  Some drove straight there.  Some took BART straight from the city (that’s like MARTA but a little cleaner).  Some of us drove to BART, parked our car, carried folding chairs, coolers and Roadies.  Now in the South we call them To Go (alcoholic drinks that is) but here they called them Roadies, like you’re taking an extra passenger.  Roadies aren’t allowed in the BART station but it was my job to carry and conceal, since I have a license for that in Georgia.  The extra passengers made it safety to their destination.

2 trains and a cab ride later we arrived in Concurd for the Golden State Warriors playoffs.  In McDonough, GA, where I’m from we have a nice little town square.  Movies are screened, families join together and concerts are enjoyed.  Everyone knows each other by their first names and most of the time is spent socializing.  In Concurd it was hard core basketball playoff time, and it was a blast!  Great food, warm weather, awesome friends and old school 80’s music.  Every time a commercial came on the crowd stood up and danced to classics like “Jump Around”, “Wild Thing” and “I Like Big Butts”.  Funny thing was that everybody knew the words, even the 5 year olds.  People of all races and age were sitting side by side having a great time.  The kids in front of us got out of hand, but their Mother reached about 4 feet down in one big swoop and took them all out.  Only thing left was a broken lounge chair.  We of course appreciated that but avoided eye contact with MOM because we didn’t want to get our ass kicked.

Concurd is actually an awesome little place.  Thriving businesses all around.  Spanish style building, fountains and street vendors.  They actually have festivals on Tuesdays and Thursdays.  I have been trying to get my jewelry, The Funky Dingo, here so I could show my merchandise but was not sure where to start.  Funny that after the concert I should run into the Mayor of Concurd who was walking down the street enjoying a waffle cone full of ice cream.  He struck up a conversation with Livs Below and I and noticed my slightly Southern accent.  I told him about driving cross country from Georgia with my animals and a U Haul trailer.  He said I seemed to be a nice, intelligent classy woman.  When I asked how he knew that he said “because you ended up here”!  He tipped his hat to me and continued down the street.  Not before he gave me his card with the person’s name and number to set me up at their festivals.  Again it was a great night.  I got the contact I needed and the Warriors won.  Just glad that big ole tattooed Momma didn’t hear me say I hoped the Warriors would lose one.  I might not be here to tell this story…