Thirsty

Yesterday late afternoon, Don came up here and we drove to Sean's place (making a total of zero back tracks, a new record!), got a tour of the awesome new layout of the 2nd floor of his parent's place. His new bedroom will be pretty nice. Then we went and got some grub and alcohol at... Bourbon Street? I think that was the name of it. I had crawfish, but I felt a little like Tom Hanks in Castaway, when he felt real uneasy about eating these huge crab legs on a buffet table. I had previously really enjoyed crawdads (crawfish) on a backpacking trip when all we did was boil them and dip them in butter. The rice/butter/garlic sauce was alright, but there was just so much! :) We then went to the annual Irish Fest that Sean goes to. We wandered around a bit, checked out some of the artwork/jewelry/clothes that were being sold, and then went over to the concert tent and got as close to the stage as we could... about 75 feet back, I'd say. " The Saw Doctors "...

Mozart is some great stuff to work to.  A few months ago, I dumped some Beethoven, Bach, and Mozart onto my work machine, and I get a lot done listening to them.  But I never pinned down the fact that all of Mozart's pieces are upbeat, until recently.  Thanks Dad. :) I'm posting this entry by sending an email to a special address.  I'm kinda curious about whether I'll be able to put my own <i>HTML tags</i> in the email, and also whether the gui formatting toolbar will work as well.  I worry that the other people who use Blurty will find it more difficult to keep up with my blog, but Blurty just seems to be really struggling, and doesn't provide any automated syndication to XML feeds... So, I plug for BlogLines once again.  It's the new way to read 50 different newspapers in a more efficient manner than you can usually read 1 newspaper.

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