Eventful Weekend
Where do I start? On Friday night, Grant, Ben and I headed to Santa Cruz to check out the latest solo project of my most favorite musician ever, Mr. Leslie "Les" Claypool (of Primus fame). The show was impressive, as I knew it would be, and I even got a "potato" from the man himself. Apparently some of the bald headed apes that frequent Primus shows have taken to squeezing Les' hand as hard as possible during the traditional handshake, so he has adopted the bumping of fists (also called a potato) as a way of avoiding injury. The very next day we headed back to Santa Cruz for a little beach gathering at which Heather tried to cook her skin with the power of the sun, (and had some success too). This brings us to Sunday, this day is important because it marks the birth of the one we call "The Boy", or "The Smart One", or even sometimes "The Skinny One That We Would All Like To Flog With A Riding Crop". Anywho, Theresa and I waited patiently until it was time for the Birthday Boy to open his present from us, which included the message, "HAPPY BIRTHDAY UNCLE GRANT". Now let's get this straight, Grant isn't my Uncle, he's my brother, in fact he isn't anyones' uncle at the moment, but he will be, somewhere around March 19th. More on this subject later.