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).