The fams and the friends

So much to write about. Alright, well, it was another good weekend, for starters.

We (Glint) were supposed to have our CD release party this past Friday at this big ol’ club called Vertigo here in Nyack, but the booking guy forgot he had booked the last Friday of every month for this DJ, so we got ousted (that and, the CD’s not finished yet… more on that later, maybe). We couldn’t do the next night because Adam was at a wedding, …it just got rescheduled to September 22nd, but the point is, mom and dad were supposed to come down for the gig. I have two uncles in the area that got word of all this and were planning on coming to see the band themselves, so in the end, since we had all blocked off the time anyway, we met up in Manhattan for a swanky dinner. Uncle Sam, Aunt Alex, and cousin Josh came from NJ; Uncle John and Aunt Stacey came from NY, just across the river from me. Just a nice mini-extended family reunion.

And the night before, I showed mom and dad around Nyack. We hit Casa del Sol for dinner (the entrees… eh, not bad… the chips, salsa, and tableside-prepared guacamole… awesome), and were planning on returning there later to rock the open mic night (as much as bossa nova music can rock anything) but it turned out they had scheduled a band instead. No matter... we had a jam session at our apartment instead, featuring dad on trumpet. Ines, Jamie, and some other peeps stopped by so we ended up having a bit of an audience anyway. I think mom and dad had a good time. They got to see my new “stomping grounds” and meet some of my new cronies.

After dinner on Friday we drove back to NJ for the night and the next day I got to hang and be a moron with my cousins, Josh, Ben, and Jordan (age 15, 13, and 10, I think). Highlights…

-Bagels for breakfast
-Walking to get bagels for breakfast (just a nice cool and overcast morning to be walking outside)
-Getting beat by all three cousins at ping-pong (last but not least by ten-year-old cousin Jordan)
-Beating Josh at this Star Wars video game (yes! redemption!)
-Uncle Sam donating a bunch of Stella Artois to me upon our departure

…which leads me to the party Saturday night. It was our friend Jamie’s birthday, so we let her convince us to have a party at our place, especially since she and her friends took care of the keg(s). Overall a fun time. The obligatory jam session started off with some bossa nova… “Wave,” I think… then mutated into some Santana, with yours truly trying to sing above the party banter (until Roberta shoved a microphone at my face, hehe). Oh and some guy was –breakdancing-. To Santana. Yeah. I mean if that’s not a sign of a good party, I don’t know what is.

Sunday:
-Slept wicked late
-Avoided cleaning
-Too much laughing with our neighbors Rob and Kevin
-Ran outside in the rain storm with Rob and Kaley
-Watched “Half-Baked”

…again, am I really allowed to have this kind of fun on a Sunday? I feel like I’ve reclaimed the day as actually just another day in the weekend, not having to do any homework or be at work-work. This newfound freedom is strange.

I’ve had some silly musings, mostly musical, I’ve wanted to write about… but this post, like most of my others, is too long, so, later…