Jon enjoying the tunes of local musician Raldo Schneider while Egan tries to catch a few z's. Fun folk music. Good for the whole family. Especially the song about whisky giving him bruises and tequila giving him tatoos.
...since I last visited the New Post aspect to this here blog. This day has been a slow yet productive one as I've dabbled in my responsibilities (rather ADD-like) and played a bit too.
Get this (as my old pal Julie and I once said): I've been wondering what the set list was for the Ween show I saw last month. I found it and am currently experimenting with Bit Torrent to download the show. According to the site, the more people to use it the quicker the download? I am perplexed but doing it none the less. Hopefully not totally screwing my harddrive. It speaks of seeds, leeches, and peers. Verbage I am less than used to, but apparently this doesn't stop this curious gal!
Here I sit a few days later listening to the very show I mentioned above, as I finish the post I started. If you're ever looking for a live show, and the artist is cool-and-the-gang about bootlegging, check out Bit Torrent. Actually, I think all bands listed are supporters of sharing live music.
Not sure about you PC folks, but as a proud Macintosh gal, it was first recommended that I use some decoding software called MacFlac or some shit. After a day too many of trying to figure out this jibberish, I did a little research and learned more Mac people had success with xAct-somenumber version. And in no more than 3 minutes I had the entire show in my iTunes JUST LIKE THAT! What fun listening to shows in the early morning, substance-free state of mind. I recall being so psyched that they played "Crimson & Clover" (ova and oooooo-oooo-vah) while at the the Val Air Ballroom that final July 2006 day. Listening to it today made me LAUGH. Hardly the version I so aptly remember that night.
At any rate, I have either a lot I could still streamly share with you, or I could cut it off and save it for another day. I take the latter. Think I'll crack open a cold one and sit on the porch a spell. I'll leave you with a few shots of recent days, the final days of summer.
Dad & Egan
Zany Mama Molly, her necklace, and Julian
Allaire & sweet new GIRL Taiber cousin Georgia Sylvie
Gil & goofy Uncle Nick. Go on, get a picture of him with a real smile. Nick, not Gil. I dare you. Seriously. Twenty bucks.
Egie & Mum
Jude & Egan. They're going to be in a band together. Julian will want it to be a "hair" band but Egan will be all "Dude, I don't have enough."
My buddy Jude and me. See what I mean about the hair?
My name is Egan and I'm a Gemini. I'm 13-months and really cute. And very, very Internet savvy. The tongue just means I'm focusing. 
After the sweltering heat of the past couple of weeks, the humidity subsided and we all welcomed the cooler breezes in its absence. My mom came up from IC for a golf date with me. She and I played 9 holes at Centennial Oaks after a light lunch.
64 strokes later, we all piled into the, you guessed it, SPRINTER!, to head to IC to celebrate our 7-year anniversary at hotelVetro in downtown IC, a gift from good old Ann & Doug. My folks watched the yahoos for the occasion, yet another part of the gift from them to honor our dedication to one another.
Our romantic evening commenced with a six pack of Bud Light on the balcony of our room.
People, this place is choice. I highly recommend the splurge when visiting your Alma Mater. There's no way you'd regret it! 
I had to capture the sink. Just had to.
The pictures of the rooms on the provided website link above are totally accurate. That is exactly what they look like. Very IKEA-esque. Contemporary. Sealed cement floors with area rugs providing just the right amount of comfort. Straight lines everywhere you look. The bed was as cushy as a cloud with what had to have been 5000-count cotton linens. A truly lovely experience for our anniversary.
Following the sixer, we headed to our reservation at One Twenty Six, at 126 E Washington. Where Great Mid used to be. Remarkable cuisine with impeccable service. Sierra Nevada on tap.
A tour of our old stomping grounds allowed for the shedding of a few ounces of our dinner, only to be replaced with beer. We experienced a couple of new places, and a few we long to forget.
Jon with his bouncer buddy at (to be said with great sarcastic enthusiasm) THIRD BASE [subtext] The Field House (you can see it the guy's shirt next to Jon).
Oh duh, get it? Third base? I just figured that out I think. Well, there's no problem getting to third base with any of the gals cuttin a rug on that dance floor. Some might call it nasty. I explained our anthropological study to my beloved, distracted by the exposed superfluous midriffs. You see, it is to our childrens' advantage for us to be up on the latest adolescent partying trends. The Field House is a remarkable dig site, if you will, to uncover any mysteries of the aforementioned population. *Blecht* and that music! But, as my brother-in-law reminded me, what were our parents thinking when we were listening to Right Said Fred's "I'm Too Sexy". My response, at least there was an actual rhythm to dance to without humping the person closest to you. As usual, I could go on.
We concluded the evening with juicy beefs (NOTHING compared to Johnnie's in EP) bought at the cart on the ped mall. We gorged on the balcony of our hotel room, recalling our evening with great laughter and love. As always, always, always, thanks again, Mom and Dad, for the unforgettable opportunity!!
Woah, wait. Father's Day? My beloved had only a few requests on his very special day: to golf, to be with his family, and to fly. He was granted all three wishes and these shots of our trip up in the little brown Cessna I now share with you. 
The pilot heading into Livingston to check in
Pre-flight check
Co-pilot preparing for take off
Some more pre-flight checks
Flyin high
Waverly
Egie's dinnertime feast on blueberries
Egan hamming it up, saying "cheese" when I aimed the camera at us
Yesterday Molly and I traveled to Des Moines to catch an evening with Ween. We met up with Monica and Tim, and Amy and Tim, had a delectable dinner prepared by "Tim Thelen Everybody," piled into the Sprinter, got to the show, and just as we were getting our first beer Dean and Gene kicked in "Spinal Menengitis." You have to know the band.
How to describe them for those who don't know...they are rare, unique, funny--no hilariously side-splitting. The lyrics are none too many people sing about; dark. They make fun with dark. These gents are extremely talented, so across the board you can't label them in a genre. Unfortunately, some may not get it and be offended by the duo. No need. No need. They're harmless, peculiar...totally off-the-wall great.
Off to the show. You've got me driving, Molly riding shotgun, Monica behind me, Tim Thelen Everybody next to her, and Amy and Tim in the way back. They dug the bus.
Deaner's "Buenas Tardes Amigo" which of course led into "The HIV Song." Chocolate and Cheese is the album. Check it.
Amy, Monica, Tim & Molly jammin
Monica, Me, Molly
Gene
Dean
Ween
The drive, the show, even coming home wreaking of cigarette smoke from the antiquated Val Air Ballrom. It was all worth it.
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