Triple Trouble
Well it took all of Thursday and Friday plus most of the weekend to recover from the Gorilla Biscuits concert in Seattle. Getting old is a one hell of a drag. The body just doesn’t snap back to it’s proper form the way it use to. If there were Gorilla Biscuit shows every weekend, then I’d be in tremendous shape.

Beautiful and relaxing weekend around these parts. Got to spend some time with friends Liz and Dave and their powerful new baby boy. His name is Oliver and he’s a handsome charmer. I feel lucky that we’ve got friends doing the whole new baby thing before us. It’s a boys world tho. No girls in sight (except for my niece in Minnesota). Team jerseys need to me made.

The misses and I saw the movie Little Miss Sunshine, which we both enjoyed. I watched the documentary Metal: A Headbanger’s Journey with rapt attention. I actually paid the phone company $1.99 so I could have Iron Maiden’s “Run to the Hills” as my ring tone. I turn my phone up extra loud at the library and hope someone will call me while I’m there. Sometimes I miss calls altogether ’cause I just can’t bear the thought of interrupting Bruce Dickinson when he’s going for it all.

Finished the weekend last night with a BBQ at Landry and Kim’s place. They’re in the process of remodeling both their kitchen and bathroom at the same time. Both rooms are down to the studs. Commitment. They’ve been using the local community center for ‘number twos’.

Today the misses goes in for blood tests and other fun prenatal pastimes. Favorite item spotted at the baby store this weekend: Hooter Hiders.