First Snow

I took Daisy outside this morning to discover that it had indeed snowed some last night. I have no idea how much we actually got. It was mostly melted by the time I woke up, but apparently, the roads were pretty bad in Indianapolis.
Saturday, Anna's father and I went quail hunting with Hank (the bird dog). Hank chased a few rabbits and never exactly pointed on an actual quail, but each of us managed to bag a quail anyway. It was a good time. We saw four deer. They were taunting me.
Saturday night, Anna and I went to Franklin to see Seabird and The Civil Wars. Sarah was supposed to meet us there, but I guess her boyfriend wanted to play some poker tournament, so they ended up not being able to come. The opening acts were both local bands, that were slightly out of place with Seabird and The Civil Wars. The Holiday was somewhat of a straight up alternative rock type band. They were just alright. News from/for? Verona was kind of a pop-punk alternative emo thing. They were alright for what they were, but that type of music generally annoys me. Anna and I did note that during the Verona band's set, there were a half dozen or so middle aged men and women close to the stage, bobbing their heads to the music. We're fairly confident we witnessed parental support at its finest.
The Civil Wars was astounding. All of Anna's hopes and dreams came true. It took them forever to get set up. The sound guys were having an impossible time getting the piano to play over the main system. It was worth the wait though. When the set started, the guy introduced himself and said that he was from Alabama. Seeing as this was Saturday (the day of the Florida-Alabama game) someone felt it necessary to inform him of the result of the game. This "talking football" became a sad little commentary throughout the rest of the show, as a large number of people in the back just kept talking really loudly, and The Civil Wars would comment on those people still "talking football." They did manage to overcome the adversity though, in order to play a full set, which included a couple really sweet cover songs and some Christmas music.
Seabird was really great as well. The only problem I had with their show was that the sound guys did a poor job balancing the band and at one point, even completely dropped the vocals from the mix.
Sunday, we worked with the kids on the Christmas program, during the morning and evening service.
Between services, I watched the Broncos destroy the Chiefs. This is meaningless because the Chiefs are as bad as any team in the NFL.
The Broncos will in turn get destroyed by the Colts this week.
Howie likes to find a place at the opposite end of the apartment from us and stare at us.
I received an email update from my friend who had self-diagnosed himself with shoulder-hurts-when-I-move-my-neck syndrome. He has indeed succumbed to the disease and has past on from this earth. He is however managing to continue to attend his law school classes in his undead state. He even plans to come and haunt us sometime this coming spring. This is pretty awesome.
I'm thirsty.
Dark blue boxer briefs with light blue horizontal stripes.
My beard is slightly itchy.
People who don't read this blog: the members of Brown's Corner
If they read this blog they would discover how weird we are and probably not let us near their children. This would be sad. Most of the kids at that church are pretty decent, if not downright hilarious.