2005-03-05 || 2:32 p.m.

|| clouds parting and all that ||

we had our first porchside gin rummy game of the season, prompted by the most amazing perfect sunny warm weather. brian in his pajamas and i was drinking flat champagne (only cold drink in the refrigerator) from a mason jar and we listened to this american life on the tiniest handheld radio. brian beat me by 3,479 points. my defense is i was drunk. i think i got sunburnt.

if you call my phone right now you will get the most excellent message: brian singing to 'you can't hurry love,' phil collins version, as sung by a nihilist from the big lebowski. because at my house? brian has amassed these sing-a-long cassettes, produced just before the advent of karaoke, that feature one side with guide vocal tracks and one without and a handy list of lyrics. so we sang to the phil collins tape. and the beegees tape. we didn't sing much to the rap all-star tape, although we listened to fresh prince's 'nightmare on my street' for the hell of it.
brian and i will perfect the 'separate lives' duet in time for the next serious karaoke get-together. the soulfulness on our faces will kill you.

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