The Room Becomes A Warning

song of the day

#1 : I like when English singers sing in English

#2 : How? at so young!

#3 : Cut an album already before you realize and ruin it all

reminisce...

Harking Back To Herald Angels Singing

We told Yuula last night that we'd be taking the Christmas tree down tomorrow. She spent some quality time sitting on the stair and reminiscing of her sugarplums.

Has It Been So Long?

Laura and I were flipping thru photos this evening, of Yuula in the early going. It seems like a lifetime ago. She is so different we almost don't recognize her. She's gone thru many phases. A sleepy phase, a bug-eyed phase, a blank stare phase, and our favorite slight smirk phase. All so precious and special, Laura got a little teary-eyed, as did I, and then we look over and see that at the present moment she's halfway up the staircase, her new extracurricular activity of testing how many "NO!"s it takes before we cave. Not yet you little monster.

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Hello McLoud

You know, like Back to the Future, "Hello McFly!". No? On with it then.

We had a guest for dinner last night. A old friend, and just when I've reached the point in life where I can really say I have people I can classify as "old friends", so that maybe this was not than just any dinner but an actual turning point in my existence that would substantiate the miraculous evolution of man since the dawn of time... Or maybe it was just dinner.



Kevin McLoud, old friend (previously mentioned) from back in the Emerald Marquis days, living it up in Boston, running free like wild dogs, Kevin and I were. Since then we've both settled down, found our little spots in the world, our other halves and began to live the good life. Ten years later we catch up to fill each other in on it all over some Indian pizza and wine.



Kevin married Erika Holland, whom he was dating back when we all stomped the same grounds, so that's quite nice. They now have two kids, Brady 18 months and Kherington, who I think he said was just four months. They live on a nice fat plot of land up in Penn Yan New York where Kevin spends his days fixing up old trucks and riding his "crotch rocket" (a term I try to avoid at all costs) and Erika raises her children to become fine upstanding citizens and, at this point, probably keep food from dribbling down their chins.



We had a very nice night sitting around the dining room table, eating too much, drinking just enough, and reminiscing about the old days.



So much so that I pulled out an old photo album and we flipped thru photos from 2000 & 2001, recounting stories of jackass challenges & Dutch twirls & pterodactyl attacks. Sounds scary but those were good times.



Next time we'll meet up at their place. Hi Erika.

Brust's Late Night Oldies

I got home late last night. Like midnight. Long day & long drive, so it was a nice welcome home when I saw that Eric had been tagging some ancient photos of us for all to see. Nostalgia is life.

Even McDonald's holds possibility for photo shoots

I was a messy youth

Eric spent some time twilighting as Super CK Man, but only by day

A nice photo, for someone relieving themselves