Samba-Playing Axolotl at the Irish Session

 

Today after Mass Travalon and I sat outside enjoying an iced coffee and a "pizza scone" with sun-dried tomatoes and cheese (we split one), then we walked on Governor's Island. It was a lovely day, not too hot, but I had to spend a lot of it inside. When I got to my drumming lesson, the guy was there with the jerseys. He said he had one that might fit me, and I doubted it, but it fit perfectly! He wanted payment by Venmo, but I'm old and don't know how to do that, so I gave him $20 cash and he said he didn't have change. My teacher said he's lying, he always has lots of $5 bills, and that's his scam, but I think he was kidding. Anyway, it's from the $50 I unexpectedly got, so it's not like digging into my hard-earned money. Now I feel like an official member of the Brazilian drumming group! This jersey is called "Sunset Dreams."

The group is called the Handphibians, and I don't know the story behind that name yet, but I like to think of myself as a samba-playing axolotl. Travalon was at the East Side Club listening to a classic rock group so he didn't love having to leave to pick me up. We went back to hear them, but of course after two songs they went on break, and anyway it was time for me to get to the slow Irish session. I was exhausted after our grueling drum lesson, playing and walking for an hour and a half, and I can't even do the parade now because we'll be helping Ma and Pa Hat move. But the rumor is that we will be allowed to march in the Willy Street Fair Parade. 

My Irish teacher was not at the Irish session, but the guitarist and bass player from my band came, and so did the red-headed flute player. It was a smaller group than is sometimes there, but we had a great time. Meanwhile, Travalon was having a guys' dinner night with Cecil Markovitch, the Single B-Boy, and Richard Bonomo. He brought me Thai food to go, and then we went out to watch the sunset, me still in my Sunset Dreams jersey. Here's a photo:

Tiffy was in Boise, Idaho (which a French friend once pronounced Bwaazz Ee-DOW), and she found a Basque song on the sidewalk.

And a "Famous Potatoes" license plate. (This has to do with a George Carlin joke.)

She also saw Shoshone Falls, the "Niagara Falls of the West."

Wow, I'm jealous! That is stunningly beautiful!

And Jilly Moose created this poster.

If you have any questions about this, please address them to Jilly Moose. Thanks!

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