I'll Be Your Poster Child.
A glimpse into the afternoon of December 16th would have found one Ms. Brook Graham nestled in the driver's seat stop-and-go stop and going along the Interstate 5 with one Mr. Daniel Schales belted into the place of the passenger. An exasperation would have been felt in the air. No, no my friend, not due to the tumult of a lover's feud. On the contrary, the besetment did not stem from either of the vehicles commuters, but instead from the outside forces of an evil coffee giant and his supposed maleficent dictation over our hero, Mr. Schales. That evening The Vera Project was playing host to a Neon Blonde, Slender Means, Waxwing show and the following night The Old Redmond Firehouse would be presenting a photocopy of said show with the unique twist that it would, in fact, be the final show of the beloved band Waxwing. Evil coffee giant had granted dear Mr. Schales pass to one evening at the Vera, but showed no remorse for revoking the Firehouse show from clenched fingertips. A dastardly situation, no? So what does our fair hero do?
Well, after the Vera show had concluded, Mr. Schales' with All Of My Prophets and One For the Ride replacing blood-bonded hemoglobin in his Olympia-staled arteries, gave ol' coffee giant the heave-ho. With a ring and a "Suck it!" he quit his job for the simple pleasure of a show.
Shiza. I have one truly excellent boy.
The shows were beautiful, draining the stench of Olympia days from every crease and crevice and renewing this frail body to days that date back 2, 3, 4, 5, and even 6 years past. I've missed Waxwing and I know I shall miss them even more feverishly now that they have expired. Having such a boy as Daniel Schales gyrating in time with myself to every memory established chord was more of a luxury then I can put to words. I wouldn't have wanted to see the end any other way.
Outside of such pleasures, days have passed in a flurry of work, piano keys, and eyeballs reflecting tiny clip-art hearts. Christmas found the entirety of my extended family huddled into the confines of my parents' home. Among all the hot pink Ms. Claus skirts, skin tight child-sized Christmas sweaters, and talk of remote control vehicle starters, I believe Dan came to the conclusion that my family is, well, a bit silly...and alcoholics. And at Christmas morning at his home, the present load removing all traces of living room floor, I came to the conclusion that his family is the best to marry into because they give so many freakin' presents it's utterly insane.
Christmas was delightful. Daniel Schales has impeccable taste in Christmas presents. I love how well we know each other.
Thusly bringing us here to the last day of 2005.
Well, after the Vera show had concluded, Mr. Schales' with All Of My Prophets and One For the Ride replacing blood-bonded hemoglobin in his Olympia-staled arteries, gave ol' coffee giant the heave-ho. With a ring and a "Suck it!" he quit his job for the simple pleasure of a show.
Shiza. I have one truly excellent boy.
The shows were beautiful, draining the stench of Olympia days from every crease and crevice and renewing this frail body to days that date back 2, 3, 4, 5, and even 6 years past. I've missed Waxwing and I know I shall miss them even more feverishly now that they have expired. Having such a boy as Daniel Schales gyrating in time with myself to every memory established chord was more of a luxury then I can put to words. I wouldn't have wanted to see the end any other way.
Outside of such pleasures, days have passed in a flurry of work, piano keys, and eyeballs reflecting tiny clip-art hearts. Christmas found the entirety of my extended family huddled into the confines of my parents' home. Among all the hot pink Ms. Claus skirts, skin tight child-sized Christmas sweaters, and talk of remote control vehicle starters, I believe Dan came to the conclusion that my family is, well, a bit silly...and alcoholics. And at Christmas morning at his home, the present load removing all traces of living room floor, I came to the conclusion that his family is the best to marry into because they give so many freakin' presents it's utterly insane.
Christmas was delightful. Daniel Schales has impeccable taste in Christmas presents. I love how well we know each other.
Thusly bringing us here to the last day of 2005.