Visited Minneapolis this weekend. It was absolutely lovely. The height of fall, and the leaves were all a-dapple with bright, shining colors. We spent the weekend walking around and BREATHING NON-SMOG-ENCRUSTED AIR, and it was lovely. We visited an apple orchard. We sang karaoke. We visited relatives. And we hung around with my daughter, who is officially the coolest kid in the history of ever. And we RELAXED. There's something about Los Angeles that totally tweaks the "you can't relax EVER!" part of the brain, and something about Minneapolis that's a bit like living, breathing Xanax. Yes, I think I can officially say I'm a bit homesick.
In other news: CONGRATU-FREAKING-LATIONS to my pal, longtime bandmate, and general all-around-awesome-dude Marc Iwanin and his wife Katie for giving birth to an alarmingly cute baby this weekend named Lilah. Isn't that a lovely name? Lilah? Anyhow, the couple are cute as buttons so it's really no wonder their kid is as well.
And so: regular work resumes after a nice looooong weekend. Sigh. I wish life could just be a constant vacation. What is this work bullshit, and why do we do it? Discuss amongst yourselves.