early last week i was told that i would have to help pick out my birthday gift. this is an arrangement that really worked for me last x-mas when i got the best chef’s knife in the world. you’ll often catch me saying, whilst chopping away, that i am not good enough for this knife. it’s true. but i will endeavor to be worthy of it someday. and with each new dish i get a little closer.
my cooking has nothing to do with this.
i was asked if i wanted my present saturday or sunday. i asked what she would do, were she me. she said i’d definitely want it asap. so i of course said SATURDAY! woo woo!
we got up saturday morning, had breakfast, bathed the dude and got ready to head out. he was wearing the shirt i bought for him before he was born. it’s a tie-dyed thing with a drum kit on the front (complete with skull and crossbones on the bass drum...duh!) that says “i’m with the band...and we rock!” adorable times 1000 = my son. we headed out.
i still can’t find my way around this f’n town for shit. that doesn’t bug me in the least. the only city i could ever navigate with any proficiency was NYC. but when we pulled up in front of the rockin’ robin guitar shop, i was more than a little flustered.
i got a brand spankin’ new 12 string. it’s a seagull (from the godin guitar family...damn fine instruments from canukistan...amazing value) and it has an amazingly full sound. the dude enjoys it quite a bit (though not while eating...he’s not into dinner music). it’s awesome and i’m quite stoked.
of course this will force me to re-record a couple of things that i was thinking “dayum...this needs a 12 string right in here) while i was doing them the first time. such a shame indeed!
the wife and i also did dinner last night at cafe red onion sans the dude. i got a little silly on a very good margarita (dammit i’m old) and we stuffed ourselves silly. a great time was had by all.
i plan to celebrate today by rockin’ the fuck out and grabbing a nap. oh, i’m taking tomorrow off for good measure.
in conclusion (the worst way to conclude anything), my wife rules. i have a new geetar. i’m old(er).
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