So I finally made it to the First Friday Drum Circle last night and had a pretty good time. I ended up sitting next to a guy who had a ton of various drum instruments so I was playing all sorts of stuff all night. Here is a very bad pic from my PHONE (I need to just start grabbing my camera when I go out):
This was only about a third of the people who were there, and there were belly dancers rotating in and out of the middle and off to the side there were some fire dancers off in the street doing some crazy stuff.
I must have had a good time; this morning I was browsing for drum equipment. Just so you know my interest, here is a photo from high school:
Please pay attention to the drums (making my point) and IGNORE the feathered hair and cheesy moustache.
The wife of a long-time friend of mine was diagnosed with multiple sclerosis a year ago, and she is riding the Arizona Bike MS Event at the end of March which is a two-day, 150 mile ride. Geesh, it makes me tired just thinking about it.
Since I am unlikely to leap off my couch and jump on a bike and join her, I did the next best thing and DONATED. I know all of us want to have some good Karma flowing so throw a few dollars at this to get a jump on the next time you do something bad. Then you’ll just be even.
You can read about Marlene and donate to her effort HERE. Really you can. I know you can. Okay, I’ll buy you a frickin’ drink next time I see you if you donate. I’m not above bribing you. And you don’t have to pick $25; you can choose your own amount so if you give $5 you’ll be even after I buy you that drink.
There is currently no cure for MS; to learn more about MS, to read stories of those affected and to see what else is being done to combat this disease, check out the National Multiple Sclerosis Society website.
We thank you for your support.
From a book I am reading about an 18 year old high school senior who finds out he has less than a year to live and decides to “do it all”, including go after the girl of his dreams:
“There’s not one part of Dallas Suzuki’s face or body that is in any way Miss World, but you put it all together and I’d swim through five hundreds yards of molten turds to listen to her fart into a paper sack over the telephone.”
Hell, if that isn’t love, I don’t know what is.