A Few Week 3 Notes And A Hero's Return
Those damned Gypsophilias invaded our camp this past #3 weekend. Yasmine tried to bribe her way into our hearts good graces with Wilbers Buds and her bright glowy smile. She was partially successful in that we were forced to endure playing several tunes with them. Luckily Fairbanks didn't bring her baby for them to steal. We hates their sparkly musicianitude, exciting polyrhythms, and dazzling outfits.grrrrr. We'll probably have to have them return a few more times.
The weather continued towards more bearable temps, with little rain and moderate hornet annoyance.
Alma, the visiting Flaminco singer, and David, her guitar player enjoyed the hospitality of Moldy Cove. They chose to visit late in the day, which allowed us time to devour all the food we might have been forced to share with them, because we are polite and all that crap. She seemed to not understand my attempts to communicate with her in my excellent Spanish:"Cuando Mi tio es enfermo, la carraterra es verde, pero en un boca cerrado no entran moscas. Yo soy marinaro, no soy capitan, no soy capitan". Clearly, those Spanish folks need to learn more about how to speak their own language.
The cutest pixie on the planet, the darling Jackie, came to one of our pubshows and brightened our day. Yea, Jackie! She is so cute squinting up at our rude performances.
My mug seemed to have sprung a leak, as both days I found myself leaping onto the stage for pubsing without a filled mug. Both times I was rescued from thirst by our friends on the east wall, who quickly replaced my potables. They have what passes for my gratitude.:-)
And this also:
So that's where he's been for so long!
The weather continued towards more bearable temps, with little rain and moderate hornet annoyance.
Alma, the visiting Flaminco singer, and David, her guitar player enjoyed the hospitality of Moldy Cove. They chose to visit late in the day, which allowed us time to devour all the food we might have been forced to share with them, because we are polite and all that crap. She seemed to not understand my attempts to communicate with her in my excellent Spanish:"Cuando Mi tio es enfermo, la carraterra es verde, pero en un boca cerrado no entran moscas. Yo soy marinaro, no soy capitan, no soy capitan". Clearly, those Spanish folks need to learn more about how to speak their own language.
The cutest pixie on the planet, the darling Jackie, came to one of our pubshows and brightened our day. Yea, Jackie! She is so cute squinting up at our rude performances.
My mug seemed to have sprung a leak, as both days I found myself leaping onto the stage for pubsing without a filled mug. Both times I was rescued from thirst by our friends on the east wall, who quickly replaced my potables. They have what passes for my gratitude.:-)
And this also:
So that's where he's been for so long!