Marilyn, and Rock Band at Heather's

   First of all, this is my cousin Marilyn. She doesn't really have anything to do with us playing Rock Band at Heather's tonight, but I just stole this picture off my cousin's (her daughter's) blog page cause I really love it, and we're going to be going to her house after we get back to Oklahoma, so I thought I'd try putting a picture up. It's why I moved to this site. However, I haven't mastered the fine art of moving said picture anywhere else on the page. Oh well, I'll just put her first instead of last. Marilyn is really more like a big sister to me than a cousin. I call her cousin, but she is so much more to me than that, even more so than a sister, but I'd have to guess on that cause I have no frame of reference, but I do on friends, and I count her as one of my closest of those, too.

   Anyway, Heather, my niece, invited Josh and Alex and I over for dinner and some RB tonight. Lissa and her husband Randy also came by. I've never played it in such a big group. It was really fun, with everyone switching positions, except Josh and I never took the mic to sing, uh, we don't do that. I didn't feel like playing the drums either. I just wanted to get my drum fix.

   We played some songs that I knew, but we played a lot I didn't. They downloaded a lot of songs I don't know, and I also played bass on songs that I knew, and that was really different, and fun. You can tell they play a lot, cause they know their stuff. The girls, well, and Bill and Randy, had a good time singing. I had fun listening to Alex sing, cause I've heard Josh talk about it, but don't get to hear it much.

  Tomorrow is Thursday and I have to go look for the rest of my wedding outfit, and it's also poker night. I also have to find a wedding present. I think we've decided not to go to the wedding rehearsal on Friday night. I was hoping we would be able to go to Jackie's on Friday, but they left for the rim to go camping either today or yesterday. Not too many of our texts got through. I was just too slow on the upbeat in texting her that we were all here. She kept repeating how cold, cold cold it was. There were fire restrictions, etc. Then the text messages stop getting through. Personally I think Sasquatch or a hillbilly got them. Serves them right for being out of town the one time we're all here. What were they thinking? I'd give her a piece of my mind if I had any to spare. The nerve.