Last Friday a band called Vinyl was in San Fran. My friend Justin and I have been talking about seeing them for about 8 years now, but the band rarely makes appearances outside of California, and when they do, it ain't in Texas. My parents were still in town and I told them it was necessary that we see them, however once we found out how late they were coming on, they opted out. So I had my folks drop me off at the venue, kept my mind limber with a strict regimen of White Russians, and was blown away by this 7 piece band of funk, jazz, rock, and even freestyle old-school rap. The band came on about 11:00 and took their first break at about 1:00am. I found one of the members at the bar and introduced myself. I told him I'd been waiting to see them for 8 years - he asked if I was from the area, and when I told him I was from Texas he had to ask "How did you hear about us?" A great night indeed.
Saturday my folks and I checked out Golden Gate park, where I previously saw the bluegrass festival. After feeding me a strict diet of gratuitous gourmet food each meal, cleaning my car, and even doing my laundry, my parents left Monday morning. I don't know if I mentioned it before, but I am eternally lucky to have the parents I have. We don't get to choose our parents, and at many points in my life I've almost felt bad that everyone doesn't get to have parents like these. They are supportive of my sister and I no matter what path we are choosing, open-minded yet properly disciplinary, hilarious, fun to hang out with, great role models.. I could go on and on.
 Turnbull Winery |  Turnbull |
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 Country road |  Me and my parents |
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