That’s what Gramma Zooss always used to say. Here’s a couple of Brazilian men who really live it.
The Vikings had a saying. Better a good foster son than a bad son.
It’s really difficult to describe just how amazing Jeff’s birthday bash was, but it had the following going for it:
1. The weather which was nothing short of spectacular.
2. The awning – what a lifesaver that turned out to be.
3. HEADWATER. A simply stunning performance by three extremely talented and loveable young men. I mean it, to have the pleasure of these guys as working guests was great. We bought their albums, we laughed our asses off at their between song patter, we listened in rapt silence to their originals and their covers, we loved every minute of it.
4. Wonderful friends and fabulous conversation.
5. Rob and Kathy showed up with their two kids (6 and 3) and I had to yell at them like an ogress to get them off my neighbours’ lawn, but they forgave me. Little girl and I danced and drew pictures and played with the thunder tube.
6. Walking into the games room and finding Jeff pogoing to the Dandy Warhols with a small child. My personal high point of the festivities.
7. Jeff excusing me from kitchen duty so I just got a bunch of pre prepped food, which worked out fine.
8. A cooler full of brewskis.
9. Did I mention Headwater?
10. Just about everybody who confirmed attendance came, and all the important people – the kids and Paul, Mike and Rozo, Tom and Peggy, Kevin and Rebecca, and Rob and his family, came, and they enjoyed themselves muchly as well.
I crashed out early – I started drinking at noon and between that and the sun I made it to about seven pm before I faded. Now I have to go have a substantial breakfast and get myself to the staging area for the Pride Parade, as I’m marching with the BCCLA today. Thank the water cycle it’s overcast, I don’t think I could stand to get fried again.
