There's a few things on my mind about my own little world right now. Let me present you with the evidence.
Exhibit A - Christmas Presents. The remainder of this month will be spent looking for the best presents I can find for the people around me. What kind of presents you ask? Well let me just say that I hope trains don't need coal anymore because I'm about to take the full supply and ship it out to my closest relatives and friends.
Exhibit B - Presents Part Dos. Now if the above was true (and it's not...everyone has been good this year) then I wouldn't have to worry about presents. But I do and I enjoy it very much...as long as I get to play with whatever I get people (watch out Grandma...that Razor scooter I got you is going to get some usage down your stairs when I come over).
Exhibit C - The Music. Last evening, we (the Paul Starling Band - Ventura Chapter) played a gig at the Beachcomber Tavern in Ventura last night which is located in a very random place of the town. Imagine that you (yes reader, you have a multi-million dollar estate 3 feet away from the beach), imagine that you are sitting at your dinner table enjoying your beautiful t.v. dinner with your 3 children and beautiful spouse when out of the sky comes falling a mini-bar. Not the kind of mini-bar that you have in a hotel room to open and drown your sorrows into after your Nascar team lost it's last race. This mini-bar is truly a miniature version of every bar you have ever been to. Well this bar comes flying out of the sky and falls in between you and little Jimmy at the other end of your dining room table. You figure "hey, this could work" so you just sort of leave this small building in the middle of the two halves of what used to be your house. This is exactly how the Beachcomber Tavern is presented in this neighborhood.
Anyways, the show was great. We had a nice amount of people to play to who seemed to enjoy our set. I got to rock out on the acoustic guitar which was a nice change, although we may go back to the full electric experience (sorry pre-Newport Folk Festival Bob Dylan fans). I love to plug in my ol' gee-tar and rock out through the night.
Exhibit E - Where did Exhibit D go? I'll tell you where it went, it left on the same train that was my weekend. I can't believe the weekend is over and soon I will be sitting in the office staring at the wall, playing with lasers, or teaching kids how to use their eyes properly. I wish I could teach kids how to play with lasers instead.
Let's do some early morning math...
Formula for My Weekend (eat your heart out Einstein)
n1(2b + 9f)g + n2(b + 5f)g + n3(2b + 3f)g = my weekend
n = the night in question
b = the amount of bars I frequented that night
f = friends involved
g = one amazing girl to multiply those values by
1 comment:
i like your math.
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