You can be my cowboy...

I somehow ended up at the Cowboy Lounge over the weekend. Not one of my finer moments. I have visions of me being twirled around to David Allen Coe by a co-ed with cigarette and bourbon breath. It made me want to throw up. I tried to tell him I didn't know how to dance, but let's face it, we all know I can't hide my skills for very long.

There was also a moment when I tried to recall the steps to do the "Cotton Eyed Joe." I had my sweaty armpit on a poor strangers shoulder. I feel like I need to apologize to her. I didn't know the steps, but I just hopped around trying to fake it. I feel like there is a picture out there somewhere showing just that, and I will post it as soon as it comes my way. And there it is...


Aimee got a bike for her birthday. We all liked it a lot.


Jazz in the Park was a success...

I leave for Kenya two weeks from Thursday. I have some news to report. It has been brought to my attention that the packing list that states "bring your laptop - you will have wireless internet access" was wrong. I knew it was too good to be true. I will not have the wireless internet access I was told I would, so I won't be able to update my blog. Not sure anyone even reads this thang, so it probably won't matter all that much. I am kind of sad though. Briana told me to bring a journal. That seems so ancient. My hand will start to hurt from writing and I will just abandon my journaling prematurely, I'm afraid. I will update my handy blog with my recollections and photos upon my return. For myself, if no one else.

If anyone is interested, the new issue of Vanity Fair is a special issue on Africa guest-edited by Bono. I just picked my copy up at Target on my way to work this morning. It looks like it will be a very informative issue.

That's all for now...