I think I just made up a new word with that title. Hm.
@ Our date on Sunday was spectacular. Dinner at Sonoma Grille would have been good enough by itself; the concert made it perfect. The Preservation Hall Jazz Band mixes guys who have played the New Orleans hall for decades — like trombone player Frank Demond, who might have been on stage when I saw the band for the first time in New Orleans as a 6 year old — to youngsters like Mark Braud, who just took over the seat vacated when his uncle, trumpeter John Brunious, passed away two months ago. Braud looked a little nervous the first few times he spoke to the audience — but the kid can play. He may not believe it yet, but he deserves the seat he holds.
@ I don’t have more to say about prom night that can’t be said even better by the pictures. Check back here — I’ve posted links to photos from a couple of others that’ll give you an even better idea of what went on. It was even OK that I didn’t have a date for Friday’s prom, as The Wife begged off after a long, nasty day at work. If I recall, I was also dateless for much of my senior prom as well … HP might be able to remember some of those details.
@ I promised public acknowledgement of one of my basketball pools, and I need to take care of it before the winner leaves for vacation. My father and I picked the brackets against each other this year … and he won. And he won big, too, although I don’t have the final scores with me at the moment. I also owe him ten bucks, but I think he was most interested in getting this mention on Uncle Crappy. So, Dad — there you go.
@ Work stuff is going to keep us tied up in Pittsburgh this weekend. And that means no trip to Columbus. And no spring game — unless my cable company decides to start carrying the Big Ten Network sometime in the next four days, and don’t even get me started on what I think about that possibility.
@ Not going to Columbus also means I’m out of peanut butter — and there isn’t a Kroger around here for hundreds of miles. Damn.