Trei and I were only gone on our mancation for a couple of days, but I felt like I missed a lot in Austin while we were gone. Friday night, J played a show at Ego’s, the bar that’s attached to our apartment complex (and the crew came over for fun and games in between sets), and on Saturday Kelly made a big lasagna for herself, Aedan and Danielle. Luckily, she saved me leftovers for both.
When I came home from the airport, I saw that Friday night had been the kind of night where someone felt the need to write "Do it Roger, Do it!" (in reference to Roger Troutman) on the whiteboard and immediately felt the pang of a good time had without me. Later in the evening, after ruminating on what it all must have been like, I told Kelly I wished she’d left out all the records that got played rather than cleaning up for my return. Clearly she knows me too well; she had left the stack intact, realizing that to me, looking through them was basically as good as being there in the first place.
Then, for dinner I got a double helping of lasagna, which only gets better with age. Big up to Kelly for making me feel like I didn’t miss a thing.
this was a great post. p. sadly i missed a good time on friday too AND did not have a chance to review the record stack to pretend i was there.
In the Catholic mythology, I am the patron saint of a ‘good time had without me’.