Linux, musical road-dogging, and daily life by Paul W. Frields
 
You gotta fight.

You gotta fight.

Eleya and I bundled the kids up early this evening to head out to a St. Patrick’s Day party hosted by some friends in town, and we all had a super-fantastic time. There was a babysitter on the premises (in the basement) to watch over the little ones while the adults gathered upstairs. It wasn’t like there was much of a barrier for the all-ages crowd, since there were many games of tag and showing off of various “found” treasures migrating upstairs at any given moment. But everyone enjoyed it, nonetheless, and all the kids, including ours, were on the whole as well-behaved as one could hope.

It’s rare these days that we get out among that many adults at one time on a Saturday night. Less rare for me, assuming I’m gigging regularly, but that hasn’t been the case of late. We had a wonderful time catching up with my friend Chris and his new wife. That sounds weird, as if she were a car or something. But any chance to sit down with them and just talk about how life is going is a real treat. Note to self: Must make more time for trips to Richmond area to see them during 2006, especially after they come up for air, when their new baby arrives in summer!