Dave's....

hair was lustrous and shimmery last night. The way it caught the light, reflecting off watch of some creepy 50 year old dude feeling up a teenager was magical. As it bounced and swayed in the ebb and flow of the blues, I couldn't help but think, if only I were lucky enough to have hair like Dave, maybe people would love me too. One day, I may be able to do just that.

But now is not a time for rejoicing, but for reflection. As the world of the dessert swallows up our blues laden ideal, the city of San Francisco weeps quietly for a lost 10 days. Without him, we are but an incomplete whole. A whole with a hole, if you will. A period of mourning feels more necessary than anything else. Hopefully, we can survive until such a time as our lives feel ready to move on with him back in them again.

Why we love Haley...

is it that infectious smile? Perchance we glean a mite of heaven from that long hair? is it the laugh that invades our soul? one can never be sure of something so undeniably confusing. What we do know is that she exists. Yes, existence is tricky sometimes, but noticing it is easy and that's what I'm going with. out of blues teacher allergic to gluten that don't eat meat, she's the best there is. And that's a statement I'm willing to stand by.

Thoughts?

Best teachers ever

I just wanted to start this up for the amusement of Dave and Haley more than anything. But really, they are the best teachers out there. Oh, not to mention that their class tonight (as per usual) rocked my f'in face off!!!