birthday weekend
I had a wonderful birthday weekend. Friday night, I played a gig where the bass player didn't show up, leaving me with a drummer and an aux percussionist. Since I had complete harmonic and melodic sway, with no worries about whether anyone else could follow the form or knew an arcane song, we simply soared for four hours. Then, a Taiko drum troupe happened in to the place — they were in town for the grand opening of the museum's new asian wing — and, each taking a drum or two, did a 20-minute musical dance. I stayed at the piano and applied judicious riffs, which seemed to delight them. Overall, what a gig.
Then, Saturday, we got to sit around and share with some folks from Catherine's church in their young adult retreat, an annual oasis. Saturday night, Catherine threw me a party with a crew whose age spanned at least 60 years. Sunday, Paul and Kathy had a dual birthday party for Kathy and me, for which Catherine baked two spectacular cakes. Then, after a slight disco nap, Catherine fixed a three-star dinner, with filet mignon, penne in olive and wine sauce, and pesto baguettes.
What a fortunate man I am! Thanks to Paul and Kathy, to all the good folks who gave such insightful gifts, and especially to my loving wife.
Then, Saturday, we got to sit around and share with some folks from Catherine's church in their young adult retreat, an annual oasis. Saturday night, Catherine threw me a party with a crew whose age spanned at least 60 years. Sunday, Paul and Kathy had a dual birthday party for Kathy and me, for which Catherine baked two spectacular cakes. Then, after a slight disco nap, Catherine fixed a three-star dinner, with filet mignon, penne in olive and wine sauce, and pesto baguettes.
What a fortunate man I am! Thanks to Paul and Kathy, to all the good folks who gave such insightful gifts, and especially to my loving wife.
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