Monday, April 28, 2014

april twenty-eighth

Five for April 28th:

Fatherhood. That Jane didn’t go down for her normal nap on time yesterday afternoon was a bummer. That she was up in her room saying "Pizza! Poo-poo! Skateboard!" over and over makes me realize how much I've truly succeeded as a parent.

Thunderstruck. Experienced the scariest thunderclap of my life last night. It literally felt like the house got hit with a cannonball (or a bolt of lightning, to be more precise). Somehow, luckily, Jane slept through it.

Skate and destroy. Quick solo session over on the Hill on Saturday, long morning at JB on Sunday with the usual crew, potential Thursday night Ramp Riders throwdown.

Cool stuff. Trip to the Butterfly House, 30” Star Wars shock trooper, New Belgium Snapshot, McGurk’s courtyard for lunch with the color runners, Van Halen on Spotify, MST3K: The Definitive Oral History of a TV Masterpiece, Whole Foods pizza.

St. Louis Blues. Unfortunately the season was lost in game six to the Blackhawks, but hey: we done good. There’s always next year.

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