blistful buzz...

It's my dad's birthday weekend...funny how we milk the world for as long as we can when an excuse comes around for a little attention. Anyway, I took him to a private Leo Kottky concert on a hill top in Nevada City. Oh, what a town. It was a beautiful night, full of people who appreciate stars and local wineries. My bum got stung by bees...but blistfully balanced: two on each cheak. Tomorrow we are going to visit with my grandpa, then I am introducing my dad to pickup ulitmate frisbee...the Ultimate birthday present, if you don't mind me saying.
Well, reading in bed is sounding remarkable :)