Happenings

So, Memorial Day and its related festivities have come and gone in a blur (I think I use the word “So” in the same fashion that Barack uses the word “Look” to begin most sentences. And yes, I am on a first name basis with the prez). I guess summer has officially begun, and I’m still thinking it is January.

The Finnerins kept it relatively low-key. We stayed in town, did a little house work (and when I say little, I mean none), and hung with the Tylers in their beautiful home in Federal Hill on Sunday Evening. I mean it is a gem, a house that previously belonged to a little old Italian lady, so it has not been “modernized” with all the sleekest appliances and granite countertops. It has a wonderful garden and patio area, the kind you just don’t find in downtown Baltimore, they almost have a double lot, it is so wide. Perfect for grillin’, chillin’, and flip-cuppin’. We drank champagne, ate cheesecake, and suffered mightily the next day.




This was still the beer pong portion of the evening in which, if I remember correctly, Kelly schooled both Ryans. And yes, somebody brought their own portable beer pong table. We are professionals.






Look at that yard! That garden! In the middle of downtown. They really do have a wonderful home and are the most gracious of hosts. Unfortunately, due to the abundance of champagne, which I do not normally drink because of its gid-inducing qualities, I neglected to thank them for the wonderful evening, nor did I even speak in complete sentences toward the end of the evening. So, a belated "Thank You!" to Jason and Meredith for throwing the BEST parties with the absolute most variety of alcoholic beverages.

Monday evening we went to see “Anvil! The Story of Anvil” at the Charles. I recommend it. Unless you are in your late thirties and still think your band is going to make it. Then, not so much.