under the trees and into the night
i had a really great evening on saturday and would like to tell you about it.
i got home from work a little later than i had expected. we had been planning to go to austin to view a chalk art festival at central market, so i felt stress at being late. the hour made little difference as charlotte was in the process of being destroyed by a cold, so she wasn't going anywhere, anyway. my brother neil was in town, so he, jackson, and i hopped in the car and off we went. it was a beautiful day and the drive was cheery. we listened to the end of the texas/baylor game wherein the 'horns shamed the bears. good deal. after the game, we listened to a post game analysis by a friend of mine and his broadcast partner. va tech got crushed by miami, and ucla did the same against arizona. 4 o'clock and all's well.
by the time we got to the art show the hour was late. some of the artists had already packed their work and departed. well, enough of the artists were taking their time as to allow us a pretty nice (if quick) look about. being inartistic, i am always amazed at what can come forth out of the minds of a creator.
there is a big playscape at central market, and jackson headed straight for it. we watched him play for a while while we waited for the band to arrive. charlotte's brother drew plays the drums for a woman named susan gibson. while her music is not exactly my cup of tea, she is really talented and very nice. she plays some kind of folk/country/troubadour hybrid music. playing the bass for susan that night was a friend of drew's named sterling. i've known him since he was in elementary school. his father owns cheatham street warehouse in san marcos and i like him. as usual, he appeared to have bathed sometime last month and gotten his lunch from a bottle; but, he's a neat kid, and i liked seeing him there.
jackson made occasional appearances at our table throughout the night. even a five-year-old needs a drink every now and then. he would stay for about 15 seconds and then run off to play some more with the friends from school he happened to find there, and the new friends he was making. i think he went full-on for 3 hours. that's awesome.
the band was good, i spent a long time talking with my little brother, and jackson was absolutely wasted when we got to the car. i loved going to support drew. our lifestyle is so "early to bed- early to rise" that we don't often get to see him play, so i'm thankful for the opportunities we do get.
sadly enough, this is what qualifies as a great day in my life. this is all it takes; but... it works for me.
i got home from work a little later than i had expected. we had been planning to go to austin to view a chalk art festival at central market, so i felt stress at being late. the hour made little difference as charlotte was in the process of being destroyed by a cold, so she wasn't going anywhere, anyway. my brother neil was in town, so he, jackson, and i hopped in the car and off we went. it was a beautiful day and the drive was cheery. we listened to the end of the texas/baylor game wherein the 'horns shamed the bears. good deal. after the game, we listened to a post game analysis by a friend of mine and his broadcast partner. va tech got crushed by miami, and ucla did the same against arizona. 4 o'clock and all's well.
by the time we got to the art show the hour was late. some of the artists had already packed their work and departed. well, enough of the artists were taking their time as to allow us a pretty nice (if quick) look about. being inartistic, i am always amazed at what can come forth out of the minds of a creator.
there is a big playscape at central market, and jackson headed straight for it. we watched him play for a while while we waited for the band to arrive. charlotte's brother drew plays the drums for a woman named susan gibson. while her music is not exactly my cup of tea, she is really talented and very nice. she plays some kind of folk/country/troubadour hybrid music. playing the bass for susan that night was a friend of drew's named sterling. i've known him since he was in elementary school. his father owns cheatham street warehouse in san marcos and i like him. as usual, he appeared to have bathed sometime last month and gotten his lunch from a bottle; but, he's a neat kid, and i liked seeing him there.
jackson made occasional appearances at our table throughout the night. even a five-year-old needs a drink every now and then. he would stay for about 15 seconds and then run off to play some more with the friends from school he happened to find there, and the new friends he was making. i think he went full-on for 3 hours. that's awesome.
the band was good, i spent a long time talking with my little brother, and jackson was absolutely wasted when we got to the car. i loved going to support drew. our lifestyle is so "early to bed- early to rise" that we don't often get to see him play, so i'm thankful for the opportunities we do get.
sadly enough, this is what qualifies as a great day in my life. this is all it takes; but... it works for me.
posted by cm at 11/08/2005
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