We, namely me and a bunch of brothers, had a great time at Michael’s 21st birthday party. we ended up, naturally, at uncle bill’s at 3.30 in the am after gambling and guzzling booze. we’re bringing him up right, that one. He was falling asleep at the table for all the weed he had smoked. oh well, at least he wasn’t drinking coffee out of the wrong end of the cup like the guy at the table over.
matthew and i sung ‘mama rock me’ by old crow medicine show in our best acapella.
my oldest brother admitted to mid-life crisis. He may open a bar. But first he has to figure out how to pay the mortgage after losing a really well paying, but essentially soul corroding, gig this summer.
one is chasing a dream and couldn’t make it.
all and all a good time for the youngest among us, i think.
