Perfecting the finest art of wasting hours

RTG gave me my first Jayhawks album for my 17th birthday. Actually, he gave me a homemade tape with Eric Clapton Unplugged on one side and a band called the Bluchunks on the other. Two weeks later he asked me how I liked it and I confessed that while Clapton was fine, I did not dig the Bluchunks at all. He demanded the tape back and then returned it to me with the Bluchunks gone and the Jayhawks in place.
I was in love.
So this weekend, when RTG and I went to see Mark Olson and Gary Louris play a little accoustic show, it was with a bit of twitter that we are old enough to see a re-formed former band (sort-of). Isn't this a little like when my folks go to see Peter, Paul, and Mary? Maybe, but as the evening unwound, the songs continually reminded me of places I've been and decisions I've made. She told us that the "Smile" album sounds like driving across the plains. And I'd say their six albums together sound like going home.

Did I say tomorrow?

Well, I really meant next week. A quick note to all of you...When you are parents and your second daughter gets married, and your first daughter flies her whole family halfway across the country to be there, and there is family all over in a very small place, and your first daughter invites you to come visit the very next weekend because your grand-daughter is participating in a civic event for the first time, Don't Do It. She means it now, but won't later. Actually, she'll love having you visit, but her ass will be dragging for the next week. And then she'll put it on her blog.
Still waiting on the "real" wedding photos, so you can see some "taken from the gallery" shots here, and here.

I want to be a Sea Scout!

Wedding recap tomorrow. In the mean time, enjoy these pictures from Monday's sail. She was mortified when she realized the crazy, waving-woman was her mother.