Easter Details. Who Cares!
Easter Sunday.
A) Wake up late, with sore throat from sitting outside the night before, next to a propane flame, goofing around with friends, chatting about gator huntin', deer huntin', andgetting your leg smashed in car accidents.
B) Meet with friends for brunch, which coincidentally was at 2:00pm. May have been better named as "lupper" or "linner" or "dinch". Realized that $12.00 is an exorbitant amount of money for french toast, eggs, bacon, and sausage. If I'm not mistaken, Cracker barrell sells the same dinner for $6.99. Oh well, I felt worse for our waiter, who was naturally peeved that he had to wait on the cheapest penny-pinchers in Winter Park.
C) See the most amazing golf putt on TV.
D) Join a crew of two other bearded folks throwing a frisbee in the somewhat cramped Central Park area of Winter Park. Clearly stand out as the most redneck fellers within a two mile radius.
E) Get dominated by a concrete above ground electrical outlet. Have a 5" reminder of a scrape on my shin.
F) Watch my fribee go soaring into a brand new shiny black Mercedes Benz. Laugh, cringe, and sneak away, all at the same time.
G) Last, but in no way least, see an amazing performance from My Brightest Diamond. I have enjoyed this young lady's album since Austin hoooked me up with it last year. I figured her hauntingly beautiful vocals would suffer a bit live, and that a three piece band would be less filling than full orchestration. Oooh buddy, was I wrong. She (Shara, I think is her name) was stunning all around. Vocals were perfect and spot on. Guitar playing was very nice, and full of feeling. Even once resulting in tripping over here own feet whilst jamming out. Her presence was too much for me to handle. It seems as though I've once again become infatuated with a female artist, with no possible solution as to dealing with the predicament. Still, she's no Joanna Newsom.
Also, The Decemberist were good.
A) Wake up late, with sore throat from sitting outside the night before, next to a propane flame, goofing around with friends, chatting about gator huntin', deer huntin', andgetting your leg smashed in car accidents.
B) Meet with friends for brunch, which coincidentally was at 2:00pm. May have been better named as "lupper" or "linner" or "dinch". Realized that $12.00 is an exorbitant amount of money for french toast, eggs, bacon, and sausage. If I'm not mistaken, Cracker barrell sells the same dinner for $6.99. Oh well, I felt worse for our waiter, who was naturally peeved that he had to wait on the cheapest penny-pinchers in Winter Park.
C) See the most amazing golf putt on TV.
D) Join a crew of two other bearded folks throwing a frisbee in the somewhat cramped Central Park area of Winter Park. Clearly stand out as the most redneck fellers within a two mile radius.
E) Get dominated by a concrete above ground electrical outlet. Have a 5" reminder of a scrape on my shin.
F) Watch my fribee go soaring into a brand new shiny black Mercedes Benz. Laugh, cringe, and sneak away, all at the same time.
G) Last, but in no way least, see an amazing performance from My Brightest Diamond. I have enjoyed this young lady's album since Austin hoooked me up with it last year. I figured her hauntingly beautiful vocals would suffer a bit live, and that a three piece band would be less filling than full orchestration. Oooh buddy, was I wrong. She (Shara, I think is her name) was stunning all around. Vocals were perfect and spot on. Guitar playing was very nice, and full of feeling. Even once resulting in tripping over here own feet whilst jamming out. Her presence was too much for me to handle. It seems as though I've once again become infatuated with a female artist, with no possible solution as to dealing with the predicament. Still, she's no Joanna Newsom.
Also, The Decemberist were good.