Nov 29 2002

Had another thanksgiving dinner that couldn’t be beat…

Mm. Leftovers. I’m eating another thanksgiving dinner right now, on leftovers alone.

Mental note, get Arlo Guthrie’s "Alice’s Restaurant" soon.


Nov 28 2002

I’m stuffed.

There were only six of us at the table this year, but we cooked enough for twice that many. I’m stuffed, and I have enough leftovers for dinner tonight and lunch tomorrow. Score!

Anybody want some pumpkin pie?


Nov 25 2002

225 miles and 8 hours later…..

I am pissed off. I’ve lost a complete day. I wasn’t able to get anything done today that I wanted to. And the worst part? It was family, so I didn’t really have any choice in the damn matter. Warning, this is going to be a long, angry rant, so I’ll post it in the continuation below so you don’t have to read it.
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Nov 24 2002

Where’s the party!

Sh…yeah…., Early music kicks ass! Ok, I know that sounds a little weird coming from anyone but me, but it’s coming from me, so nyah. Yeah, it rocks. I just back from a superdy-duperdy concert. No, it wasn’t perfect. If it was perfect it would be a recording. Still, everything went smoothly and no train wrecks occured. And it was fun. During the intermission a few of us decided though that we have at least as much fun not performing in a concert, but just hanging with each other making music.

Oh, the subject of this post? Well, as I was cleaning up after the concert and hanging around and driving home I had this sensation that I couldn’t identify until I really thought about it. Probably because it isn’t something I feel terribly often. I wanted (still want) a party. I want a russell or wellington style party. Greeting everybody, packing the bodies in, a bright kitchen full of people talking and a fridge full of drinks. A dining room with a table full of munchies and somebody pouring shots. Loud music pumping from a stereo somewhere, a movie or video games happening on a TV somewhere, none of the lights in the place at the same setting. It’s more than just hanging out with people enjoying being with friends. That’s easy to do, I’m talking about a party!.

Too damn bad it’s a quiet sunday in New England.