Can’t Stop A-Rockin’

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This past Friday, Pat, Cima, and I went to a karaoke party hosted by Marcel and Peter. The three of us were all kind of on the fence about it before we got there, but as soon as we arrived, we had no doubt in our minds that it was going to be an excellent evening. Marcel and Peter went all out – they had some decent equipment (the best you can get for $40 off of ebay) and a killer song selection. The highlight of the night was definitely when the entire group of us sang Bohemian Rhapsody together. I knew I had been practicing that song daily, in my car, for the last 10 years for a reason! Most of you don’t know this, but my dream involves performing live on stage in some capacity (playing piano at my high school talent show doesn’t count!) Of course, I possess “the look,” but my pipes aren’t all they’re cracked up to be. This allowed me to at least work out some of that fantasy. Okay, maybe not, but it sure was fun, and I sang so loud, and I can’t wait to do it again!

Saturday, Pat had softball practice. I’m still a little bitter about that. In case you didn’t know, Pat’s volleyball league is wrapping up soon, but the softball team is just starting. All I know is, when I met Pat, he was as lazy (if not lazier) than I am. Now he’s all active and whatnot. I told him I’m very disappointed in him. He also told me he didn’t like sports. When I called him on that, he told me he always liked to play sports, he just didn’t like watching sports. Okay, that’s fine, but still. Yeesh. I wasn’t aware I was marrying a jock. I digress. Saturday night, we had a little BBQ over at el rancho. Bryan, Rebecca, Amy, Chris, and the Things came over. We had some lovely grilled meats and veggies, as well as some tasty margaritas.

Sunday, we headed over to my parent’s house to celebrate Mother’s Day. My brother and I cooked a lovely meal for our dear mom. My brother was supposed to bring salad but he forgot to. I guess we know who mom loves best. (Hint: It’s me.) We had a lot of fun over there, as usual. One fun thing is that my parents recently went to Ohio to get a bunch of stuff from my grandparent’s house. My grandma had put together albums of a bunch of snapshots and various drawings and stuff we did for my brother and me. We had a great time looking through that stuff and guffawing over the hair and clothing hits and misses (mostly misses). I was amazed at how much my grandma kept of my stuff. It was really neat to see it all again.

I took another recent trip down memory lane. My 10-year high school reunion is coming up this year, and Pat and I have been put in charge of the reunion website. So far, we’re pretty proud of it. When I was home, I grabbed a box of stuff that had my old yearbooks and some other things in it. I spent a few hours Sunday night going through all of that. It was so fun and sad to go through it all. I can’t believe how many awesome people I’ve lost touch with. I’m hoping I can rekindle some friendships at the reunion. If you’re interested in checking out our (mostly Pat’s) handiwork, you can go to Please don’t be a jerk and post anything on the site. I will find out who did it and make you pay in blood.





George, it's funny you mention Steely Dan. That band keeps making cameo appearances in my life. Last weekend when we were in Boston, we were at this upscale bowling alley / bar and this band started playing that sounded just like Steely Dan. Then, the next night we were in another bar / restaurant and they played an entire Steely Dan album.

Either Steely Dan is finally getting the recognition they deserve, or God wants me in a Steely Dan tribute band!

Do you know how Steely Dan got its name? They named it after the dildo in William Burroughs' Naked Lunch. Interesting.


Fran - You can join my Steely Dan cover band.
Long live karaoke. Down here we get a karoke night together once every other month or so. Thre's a couple of good Japanese-run BYOB places in my 'hood. My friend Roslyn and I never fail to bust out our trademark duet version of "You're So Vain" by the inimitable Carly Simon. Brings the house down.