kazatasupa

biloba just gave me a passing shoulder rub on his way to bed with jentle. Good lord, do I need a woman with strong hands. Back rubs are so good for the soul.

on the stereo, as dim lights warm the house: miles davis: kind of blue - one of the greatest albums of all time

wickenden's reception (his daughter's wedding) was beautiful His daughter was stunning, while her husband handsome... live music by Zion Tribe and people danced on grass as white lights and oil lamps illuminated the landscape perfectly. All of d's planning (and stress) made the most memorable evening - his daughter and her groom are extremely lucky to have had such an amazing setting... At the reception, I met psilly, qzed, and one other person (because i'm bad with names, I hope someone will remind me). jentle has pictures, which I will post as soon as they become available...

biloba, who is a certified priest/bishop/holy man, married the two and, i was told, as i was not there to witness it myself, did an amazing job.

Now, back to my Sierra Nevada Bigfoot barley wine...

a picture taken by jentle...

the housemates dancing after a few drinks:

my fingers aren't strong enough to play guitar for extended periods of time, which is disappointing. it takes a while to get into a riff groove, where i feel good about what i'm playing... and, by the time i'm almost there, my fingers (both the tips and the little muscles within) are too tired and sore to continue.

there are sounds in my head i would like to emulate through my playing, but i need more instruments. maybe i'll save up for a drum machine and a four track recorder.