i was expecting more ice cream and less social at this ice cream social

well, i was.

my brother beat me in wiffle-ball again yesterday. and i gave up the winning run in the bottom of the third (the last inning) yet again. i really want to beat him. but he's got me figured out. if you wanna shut down my wiffle-ball offense just pitch me inside. I can’t even touch a pitch in there.

this is a busy week here. tapas food tonight at the lovely Cafe Ba-Ba-Reeba! tomorrow i rock to the sweet soulful sounds of the vagrant tour. do you think they'll cover some usher or destiny's child? friday begins the 3 day recording extravaganza and monday morning the regrets begin.

back to work, or whatever you call this thing i'm doing.