Happy Birthday, Bomeli

Tonight, I came home and did a tape and Connie came over for me to take pictures of jewelry she and Amy had made for the Humane Society benefit auction and then I make little fences around my bushes out back with chicken wire which they now call hardware cloth and I do the dishes and some laundry and Annie calls saying she has stuffed peppers in the oven and they're probably on burn so I go over there and the oven has shut off, as it has been doing lately inexplicably, so I go to the bar where Tony and Joe and Nate are playing al fresco. But alas, it is towards the end so I have two beers and a shot of some buttery stuff with Dave since it's his birthday and I come home.

But I did endure an entire night Monday with no drinking in my attempt to lose this flabby tire around my middle. I watched "The Three Burials of Malquiedes Estrada" with Tommy Lee Jones and Levon Helm and Dwight Yoakum which was fabulous.

Sunday night, we saw Lucinda Williams in Ann Arbor and she was GREAT. I'm sorry to say that Carrie Rodriguez was not great. I liked that perky little voice she sang with Chip Taylor with but now she seems too serious. Here's Lucinda taken with my cell phone from the balcony.



We saw Bucktown Kickback Saturday night after which we went to Ricky Ault's new bar 149 North and then went to Howard's to see Student Loan but we saw Indgrass instead who was opening for them and I drank a lot of Jack Daniel's and then Sunday I went to see my mom before going to Ann Arbor. Amazingly, this lead singer for the band looked a lot like Amy's son Evan, even down to the smallish stature. Once again, taken with the cell phone.



Another giant weekend coming up with Ronnie Baker Brooks and Rod's two nights and go to see mom on Sunday and fly to Chicago that night.