"Where Have You Been, Little Boy?"

Let me start by apologizing. Lately, I've been eating and playing and loving so much.  It's been well over a month since my last post, and though I realize this blog does not have many "loyal" readers, I still feel as though I have abandoned this blog. So, sorry. I must advise you that, though the details of my food and music-related milestones haven't been verbally expressed here, thoughts of them have been swirling though my head; thronged, like a slippery, over-crowded orgy. Of course, I want to share these things with you. Of course, I want to have these events logged so I can, at any moment, revisit them and say, "Yeah, man, that was awesome!"

So.. does this mean I am prepared to begin posting on a regular basis? Probably not.
Does this mean Stuck-in-my-head Sunday will resume today? Maybe.


What I would like to do, though, is lay down some of the things I have experienced over the period of my impromptu absence. Let me categorize them and randomly list things.


EAT
I have eaten some great, great food. I've packed an already countless number of picnics with a new love. I've prepared some great meals and shared them with my family. I've become acquainted with new restaurants and a few incredible people who've become new friends. I've caught up with old friends and welcomed the Summer-season with an unforgettable crawfish boil. I've reunited with a Tex-Mex restaurant, trips to which were scattered throughout my childhood. I've topped everything from burgers to hummus with a bottled sauce from a popular wing joint. I've introduced my taste buds to one of the best beers they've had the pleasure of bathing in. I've enjoyed a ballpark hotdog at a baseball game with a pair awesome lesbian colleagues.

PLAY
I have soaked myself in musical goodness. I've watched and listened to Guster in concert. (Dude, Guster!) I've listened to long-anticipated, new music from Incubus, and Foo Fighters, bands I will always support. I've taken advantage of the opportunity to introduce one of my brothers to the art of musical instrumentation. I've taken my mandolin out of hiding and expressed emotion in one of the greatest ways. I've finally met a percussionist/guitarist with whom not only can I jam, but who is extremely accessible, shares my enthusiasm for the art of musical expression, and can play at a caliber which nestles gently on the bosom that is my musical ability. This has allowed me to (finally) find range in my guitar-playing style, and help me curiously and eagerly wander out of the commonly-folksy/bluesy acoustic nest I've built myself.

Trust, friends, that there has been so much going on; so much awesomeness that I want to share. I hope to explain each of these things in more detail, and if that happens later rather than sooner, please know that I am continuously eating, playing, and loving.

Eric