My Sister.

Oi! Vat a schlemiel! < /goy > Anyway, so yesterday was interesting. Work was work, and it was interesting. The damn network never seems to be functioning right, which is a pain in the ass, but it keeps me away from my boss' stupid busy-work... so, of course, I only fix it until I have to... unless the problem is really bugging me, which yesterday's is. Anyway, work.

So I get a call as I'm getting back from work, and it's one of the sax players I work with, asking me if I want to come practice with the City Band tonight. Hell yeah. The city band is a lot of fun, it's a swing big band, it's got a bunch of top-notch players, and the practices are paid. Sweet. So I head out there to play, and it turns out that Kendall and Justin are in the sax section, two of my MCC buddies whom have since moved on to other schools, so it was good seeing them again... and Kenny, the drummer for the Tara Singer Trio, whom I play bass for, is now nailin' the skins for them. Sweet. So we had a good time, and Kendall and I went out for a beer afterward. It was fun.

Now, while I was out, I got a call from my sister, see. She gave a ring, and asked if I was heading home to drink with them. Well, WTF, sure, I said. I headed home, and ended up finishing the night drinking tequilla with my mom, my sister, and one of my sisters funny little cuban friends. I forget her name... Pierre... Consuela... Pinto. Thats it... Pinto.

Anyway, the jist comes down to I got really drunk, and it was a shell-of-a-good time, to quote The Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. So, thats basically my life, and it's alright. But now I must run to band practice.

Pimpin' ain't easy, but it sho' is fun.