Monday, February 28, 2005

Welcome, loyal readers (and disloyal readers, as well, I suppose).
The weekend went by in a flash.
I went and saw San Saba County on Friday night at Ego's. Those boys put on a damn fine show, and I'll tell you what- their music will inspire a man to do some serious drinking. Anyone going to see San Saba would be well advised to arrange for transport home ahead of time. Saw Judge Crain there, Trey Collins, Sandra Ritz, and Mark McCrimmon, to name a few. The bar was packed and the crowd was a dancin'. The wee hours of Friday night were spent with Reed Shaw. This period of time is a little hazy for me, but I seem to remember listening to some vinyl and watching Starbuck wrastle with the Cylons...
Saturday night I did nothing but stay home and hang out with Jeff Wilson. In a salute to the late, great Hunter S. Thompson, we watched Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas and drank ourselves silly. Wild Turkey, Crown Royal, and a bottle or two of red wine led to a very late night and the alcohol-fueled scribbling of lyrics to a new song, tentatively entitled "Kick Me in my Jimmy."
Sunday night I had practice with the Mono E, and then I went out for a birthday celebration with Mandy "The Pea" Wilson. Happy birthday, Pea!!!! I'm not sure what came over everyone last night, but we stayed out way too late for a school night and closed down two bars. I also won $8 dollars by betting on Mandy and Rami against the worst two pool players ever- Jeff Wilson and Andy Sensat.
I also learned that Ryan procured a new family member this weekend- a squirming, wiggling ball of fur by the name of Lucy (she's a black lab). For those of you who don't know my brother particularly well, he may be one of the world's most cynical men. He is critical of television, movies, fashion, fads, books, and just about anything else that he can take a shot at. Being a curmudgeon is one of life's little pleasures for him. It is fascinating, therefore, to see all of that come to a screeching halt when you put him in the same room with a puppy.
Ryan is a TOTAL sucker for dogs. Ryan will watch the television with a scowl upon his face for hours, deriding each and every piece of programming that comes along, but when a dog comes on the screen, he'll start smiling like an infant with gas- nothing will turn his attitude around about a movie or show faster that a plotline that involves dogs (this also is true of shows that involve unexpected musical numbers, but that's a story for another time). The guy is just silly for dogs, but for that matter, so am I, so maybe it just runs in our blood. Maybe someday the Steans men will retire to their hill country dog ranch and just raise happy dogs. I can think of much worse things...
I've also heard a buzz along the grape vine that my father may have purchased a new BMW this weekend. I'm not sure what to make of this, so I'll have to investigate further. On the one hand, I think it's kind of a silly thing to get, but on the other hand, it's probably a pretty cool car, and the man certainly deserves a BMW if that's what he wants.

5 comments:

The League said...

Dad did, indeed, get the car.

It's the 645.

I spent a while with him on the phone last night and he's giddy as a school girl. He's trying to downplay his enthusiasm, as he doesn't want anyone to seem to NOTICE he got the car, but deep down, he's doing cartwheels.

I think it's time the Bros. Steans began squabbling over who gets the car if Dad has an industrial accident.

The League said...

and I am not overly cynical. I just get disappointed when things (music, movies, books) suck.

CrackBass said...

wow. the 645. thats hot. really hot. is your dad out looking for ladies? and if so, can i go with him? with the Pea's permission, of course. i mean, damn, with that car, he sould be getting more ass than a donkey.

Steanso said...

The whole idea of my dad cruising around to "get ass" is disturbing. The only thing that would make that idea more disturbing is the thought of Crackbass cruising around with him.

lee said...

Congrats to Capt. Rick. The old man deserves it. Bullshit that he hasn't picked me for some 120mph cruising on the Tollway, though.