fuck, I did it again. I'm always accidentally hitting the back button and losing my post. but anyway...
tonight I shared a barroom dance floor with my parents, brother Pasty, Aunt Joanie, and my mom's crazay-awesome-middle-aged-women friends after going to the Vail-Leavitt Hall in Riverhead to see an awesome show fundraising for the Sound Symphony Project. highlights: my dad describing the perfect White Russian, drunken thirty year-old men feeling threatened by Pasty's fly moves, and the bouncer guy thinking Pasty was my child. dear god no. I love the wee pirate, but he's no fruit of my loom. but yeah, my family rocks.