When our beloved excuse themselves to disappear into their video games, we call that being a [insert game name here] Widow. For example, I was an World of Warcraft Widow, an EverQuest widow, and most recently a Fallen Earth and Fall Out Widow. Now, the table is being turned around.  I’m making a widower out of Brandon for the next few months. As in, a Italian Class Widower… Nora and I are taking Italian lessons together in Irvine on Saturday

But first, a shout out. Gregg, HAPPY FATHER’S DAY! Now. The coverage. David brought wings from Hooters. I brought pasty pies from Pasty Kitchen. Gregg provided alcohol. This past Friday, the Hooters & Pasties was born. (Thank GOD, nobody taped me channeling Thom Yorke and Eddy Veddar…) Proceed at your own risk of hearing loss. The second session contains some truly frightening vocal performance. However, hilarity factor is REALLY high.

A lot has happened since last weekend. But most of them captured in photos. First, last Saturday we had the photography meet up in Lancaster with #Phototwop (@captures) for the Poppy Reserve hike and the Poppy festival.  Unfortunately, we were much too late for the poppies except for a few patches on the side of the road.  We still had a great picnic and a maniacal hike up a VERY windy hill. The next day, Brandon and I and his

Oh yeah. Friday was a HELL of a day. It actually started Thursday night. Thursday night We had dinner and sampled ridiculous variety of beer with Paul and Lupe at Beachwood Barbecue. I finally had my Mac and Cheese, the BEST I’ve had and lord knows  how many sips of whats I had.  Nice and buzzed, I got home to a monstrous task of trying to watch most DVR’ed shows as I can before we get the box replaced on

Hi there. I haven’t been home in the evening since Monday. And the trend is not stopping.  Sorry for the pauses in posting. Monday night I was at Face2Face: Elton John and Billy Joel concert.  I treated James, my fellow piano man, to this as his belated birthday and early Christmas presents.  We enjoyed ourselves tremendously.  Billy Joel rocked my socks off and Elton John wowed me silly.  I got a few horrible cell phone video clips I’ll post later.

St. Patty’s was a hit both at work and at home.  A great turn out at the office with everything from cookies to green deviled eggs.  9 people showed up at my doors for the Guinness Stew and a little bit of drinking.  The old gang hung out well with my new friends from Tweet Up, Annette @dananner and Wyatt @phraktyl. A lesson we learned?  Don’t ever give Phraklet, Phraktyl’s son, a Mountain Dew. Ever. Again.  LOL. I didn’t drink