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Oct. 31st, 2007
This Weekend
Oct. 31st, 2007 14:21Lots of things going on this weekend. So here's my plug:
If you're in Independence Saturday night, I'll be performing at the Main Street Coffeehouse, 7:30 - 9:30, and I'd love to look out and see many smiling faces. It's just me up on that little stage and I can always use all the support I can get.
Google Maps will get you there.
If you're in Independence Saturday night, I'll be performing at the Main Street Coffeehouse, 7:30 - 9:30, and I'd love to look out and see many smiling faces. It's just me up on that little stage and I can always use all the support I can get.
Google Maps will get you there.
This Weekend
Oct. 31st, 2007 14:21Lots of things going on this weekend. So here's my plug:
If you're in Independence Saturday night, I'll be performing at the Main Street Coffeehouse, 7:30 - 9:30, and I'd love to look out and see many smiling faces. It's just me up on that little stage and I can always use all the support I can get.
Google Maps will get you there.
If you're in Independence Saturday night, I'll be performing at the Main Street Coffeehouse, 7:30 - 9:30, and I'd love to look out and see many smiling faces. It's just me up on that little stage and I can always use all the support I can get.
Google Maps will get you there.
For the first time since Katie was born, we are spending Halloween at home. I decorated the house for the occasion (fuck yeah!) with cobwebs, lights, the odd skull or two. A large bowl of individually portioned sugar rush sits by the door, and Shiner's been answering each doorbell chiming with a manic "brooooowowowow!" and rush to the living room. There haven't been many; we live on top of the hill with our back to the neighborhood. We're certainly in no danger of running out of treats.
The kids have been out and back, we've inspected and sorted the candy (no Whoppers for Katie, no bubble gum for Jami), taken our share in tribute (thank God Katie doesn't like Bit-O-Honey...mmmmm...). I haven't had supper yet, and Michelle's suggested Arby's. Oh, okay. You talked me into it.
You know, at the risk of sounding like the asshole son-in-law, it feels good to be home for a holiday for once. By and large, we don't celebrate holidays here except for Christmas day. It feels right, like a missing piece finally found, like I live in this neighborhood.
I'm gonna go get supper now.
The kids have been out and back, we've inspected and sorted the candy (no Whoppers for Katie, no bubble gum for Jami), taken our share in tribute (thank God Katie doesn't like Bit-O-Honey...mmmmm...). I haven't had supper yet, and Michelle's suggested Arby's. Oh, okay. You talked me into it.
You know, at the risk of sounding like the asshole son-in-law, it feels good to be home for a holiday for once. By and large, we don't celebrate holidays here except for Christmas day. It feels right, like a missing piece finally found, like I live in this neighborhood.
I'm gonna go get supper now.
For the first time since Katie was born, we are spending Halloween at home. I decorated the house for the occasion (fuck yeah!) with cobwebs, lights, the odd skull or two. A large bowl of individually portioned sugar rush sits by the door, and Shiner's been answering each doorbell chiming with a manic "brooooowowowow!" and rush to the living room. There haven't been many; we live on top of the hill with our back to the neighborhood. We're certainly in no danger of running out of treats.
The kids have been out and back, we've inspected and sorted the candy (no Whoppers for Katie, no bubble gum for Jami), taken our share in tribute (thank God Katie doesn't like Bit-O-Honey...mmmmm...). I haven't had supper yet, and Michelle's suggested Arby's. Oh, okay. You talked me into it.
You know, at the risk of sounding like the asshole son-in-law, it feels good to be home for a holiday for once. By and large, we don't celebrate holidays here except for Christmas day. It feels right, like a missing piece finally found, like I live in this neighborhood.
I'm gonna go get supper now.
The kids have been out and back, we've inspected and sorted the candy (no Whoppers for Katie, no bubble gum for Jami), taken our share in tribute (thank God Katie doesn't like Bit-O-Honey...mmmmm...). I haven't had supper yet, and Michelle's suggested Arby's. Oh, okay. You talked me into it.
You know, at the risk of sounding like the asshole son-in-law, it feels good to be home for a holiday for once. By and large, we don't celebrate holidays here except for Christmas day. It feels right, like a missing piece finally found, like I live in this neighborhood.
I'm gonna go get supper now.