Saturday, January 17, 2009
I forgot to mention that Ray and Christina are also responsible for last night's super fun. Christina got up and sang with the band after we all harassed, I mean, peer pressured her enough (beautiful voice, that one), and they did some dancing of their own, which made my dancing with myself look not too strange because I was dancing next to other people. Christy, you were missed, man. Fred (the bassist of Fuzzy Dice and my bud) was also a trooper. With terrible laringitis he still sang "California Sun." Kick ass. Chris was the trusty designated driver who got us all home. Now if we can get him to not be so shy on the dance floor, it would be a miraculous thing. But last night he was feeling considerably out of sorts. He'd been to the funeral of a former and much loved high school teacher...suddenly this post is depressing. Crap. Rock on Mr. Guajaurdo (sp?)! Teach them something in Heaven!