November 24, 2005

  • Happy Thanksgiving…

    But I’m early on that, so lets recap the week. Friday, date night, dinner at the always satisfying Punch. Good ass tuna.

    Then We Hit Harry Pooper, which I enjoyed, except that the direction felt different, like Hogwarts wasn’t as big of character.

    Saturday, we hit the incredibly interesting Obsessive Drawing exhibit
    at the Amercian Folk Art Museum. Them boys were fucking crazy! This
    shit was like 25 feet across.

    And these fill ins just looked like they hurt.

    This was all tiny bubbles!

    A whole quilt made out of wonder bread bags?

    Or condoms?

    Wozer, check out that pencil.

    That night, I went to check out The Graham Smith and Stylofone at the
    slightly shady Bar 169, but I got there too late and missed GS. Thayer
    didn’t mind, and Derek was just chillin’.

    Stylofone did its thing with Willie Beamin’ drumming it up.

    In between sets, we went to get a beer and found a treasure trove of 88 Topps Baseball Cards just left on the street.

    So we raided. Thayer and Derek got pocketfuls, I got a whole box, and Graham here took three, for his friend, he claimed.

    When we came back, the crowd wanted some, these two kids went as far as
    eating the 17 year old gum. And hit the curb spewing, too.

    Then I got a random call that Joanna was leaving for New Orleans, and
    tonight was her going away party. So I shuffle over there, and who do I
    see but the one and only Tim Keiper. Still drumming (tamborine is not
    pictured, but was present).

    The party was hot. Lynn sisters and Seth.

    The lady herself.

    Briony and Melinda, so non chalant.

    Georgia makes a first appearance.

    Three fourths of the Lynn progeny.

    Happy Thanksgiving.