Party 'til the cops come

We had a graduation party for Sean on Saturday. It rained, but that didn't spoil our fun. The cops came and while that did mean an end to the band playing, it still didn't spoil our fun. Basically, we'll have fun regardless of our situation. But we are kinda professional fun-havers.






Click over here to read more about the party, the cops and meeting this little guy:

Anatomy of a St. Patrick's Day celebration

Baracking out

Saturday night, Bill's band, the Wrong Impressions, played the Rock for Barack show at the Mesa Theater.

I love going to Bill's shows and supporting him (even if his shows always seem to give me the stomach flu the next morning ... I wonder why that happens), but I was bitter that I was going to have to buy a ticket since there was no guest list.

I was kvetching about that with some friends and one said that if I came, he'd get me in. And he did. So I went — yes, that's how I roll.

The show was really fun even if there were too many people wearing political t-shirts. Bill wore this shirt — which is awesome in its ain't-rightedness (see making up words is easy people, let's all do it).

Check out these pictures I snapped while simultaneously drinking Bud Lite (yeah, I'm drinking Bud Lite now ... what's become of me?).

It's easy to get the Wrong Impressions

Bill's band, the Wrong Impressions, played at our favorite local watering hole, the Quincy Bar, Saturday night.

They played well and rocked the hizzouse. The crowd was awesome and we all had a great time.

Wrong Impressions fans are awesome ... as are our friends — even if they are a little bizarre.

But if you can't beat 'em, join 'em, eh?